Nothing says you are creeping toward your 50th birthday like your youngest son’s 18th birthday.
We had a wonderful evening celebrating this bright young man’s turning of age. We age a good meal and opened presents and played dice games.
And here is the thing: I haven’t had steak in months…maybe even a year or more. We eat a lot of chicken but rarely have red meat. And so, when my oldest agreed to buy the fixin’s for Ben’s birthday dinner I was all for it. But after eating a nice big steak, my gut told me for the next few hours that I’d just made a huge mistake.
It was a fascinating revelation. My body has changed. My diet has changed. And it’s all for the good.
I love my son and am happy that he enjoyed the beef. But in the future, I’ll spend more time eating the brussel sprouts and less time slicing the steak!