Another thing I have been thinking about is now I am older than my dad ever was. Dad was born on April 16, 1933 and passed away August 6, 1985. He never did make it to his 53rd birthday. That darn bladder cancer took him before his time. It is just weird to think that you could ever be older than your parents.
I had a very powerful experience on the way home from church today. I was in my lane driving back home and all of a sudden this big white pickup truck started to come over in my lane. I didn't ever really see it. My heart was pounding as some how I stepped on the gas and got out of there. I can't believe that I didn't get hit. I said thank you Heavenly Father as soon as I got past him. I am so glad for the man who said the closing prayer at church that we would all drive home safely. God really does hear and answer prayers.
I am so glad for my life and and the good people who have been in it. That is the greatest birthday gift of all.