If age is a matter of feeling and not of years, then this morning I was twelve. My sweet husband said that we could do anything I wanted for my birthday.
Anything, I asked?
Anything, he said.
It was such a beautiful day. Whatever we were going to do was 1) going to be outside, 2) make me feel young, and 3) be a little wild. Well, here in Pittsburgh, outdoors + feeling kid-like + gettin wild = the zoo.
We liked the big guys…
And I wasn’t the only one at the zoo having a birthday – the crowd sang happy birthday to a 10-year old elephant. He requested carrot cake.
And this guy was Joe Cool.
There’s something to be said about being young in mind and spirit. It’s so good for the soul not to be so serious all the time. I feel perfectly comfortable acting silly and goofy and doing non-adult activities. Do you?
What sorts of things keep you young at heart?