Growin’ Up and Gettin’ Old

I still hit them dive bars
Every once in a blue moon
Got a wild card
I keep inside my boot

Been thinking lately maybe I should save it
‘Cause them hangovers sure kick my ass these days
So I spend most my happy hours here at home
In the middle of growin’ up, and gettin’ old

But I can still raise hell all night with the boys when I want too
Lay that hammer down to see how fast she’ll go
But these days I hang my hat on what I won’t do
And I’ve been finding peace of mind, slowing my role
You learn to tow that line with time, as it goes
In the middle of growin’ up, and gettin’ old

It’s when you start thinkin’
How much time left you got
If there’s more sand in the bottom, or the top
‘Cause that hourglass we have don’t last forever
Been thinking ’bout it more and more, these days
It’s like the less you have, the faster that it goes
In the middle of growin’ up, and gettin’ old

~Luke Combs

We had a great time, last night. Jackie and I crafted some new things. After supper, we all went outside to play cornhole for awhile. The weather was so beautiful!

Today has been a lazy Saturday, at home. The kids have friends over. They’re all watching a movie, downstairs. Adam’s watching football. I finished cleaning up the supper dishes, and now I’m making my vanilla cappuccino, in the kitchen. I made sloppy joes and nachos, for supper. Tomorrow, Justin, Jackie, Adam, and I are going to make our Costco trip. It’s been a nice, quiet day at home, today. It’s cooler out, too. Especially this evening. It’s crazy how quickly the air has turned chilly. It was stuffy and hot, last night. Today is much more like a “Fall” day.

There’s no trouble. No worries. No drama, whatsoever. It’s just a magically perfect kind of day. In fact, it’s been like that for a good little while, lately.