We're getting older... but better!

I'm a week late in posting this because we were gone on vacation, but my wife and I celebrated our 21st anniversary last Thursday. I commented to her on that day that she'd been with me just as long as she had lived with her parents. (She was 21 when we got married) In some ways it is really hard to believe that we have spent 21 years together. We can't be that old... can we? Then my son walks in this morning and at 16 he is just about looking me eyeball to eyeball. Seems like only yesterday I carried him out of the delivery room. My baby girl is 13 going on 19. Yep... we are in fact getting older.
But I have come to realize that getting old is not a bad thing. First of all, it sure beats the alternative! And while I don't have the same spring in my step and I have a lot more aches and pains... I have learned to love life so much more. And that includes the love I have for my wife. When you are young and you fall in love, you think it just can't get any better than that. But I have discovered a whole new depth to our love over the last few years. While a large part of me looks at the next few years when my children leave the house with much dread and sadness, there is also a part of me that says, "It will be just me and my bride again!"
Once the initial adjustment is over, I look forward to time to do what we want to do again. I look forward to the time we will have to share with all the concerts and other activities out of the way. There's an old saying that goes, "Youth is wasted on the young." I finally get it. I sure wish I knew how to convey to young people the wisdom that comes from experience and age... but they will have to learn that on their own. But I am thankful that God led my path to Libby, and that he helped us to make it through some ups and downs over the years. We may be older... but we really are better!