the older i get, the less i need to be happy.
and it's not even like i'm *that* old (although this birthday puts me closer to 40 than i'd like) i think what i mean is that as life gets more complicated and sometimes more stressful, little things mean more to me than they use to.
all these thoughts came about when my wife asked me what i'd like for my birthday. after some thought i told her, "bbq, beer and basketball."
one of the absolute best things about my birthday is that it falls during march madness and this year my alma mater was playing in the elite eight. so for my birthday my wife took my to my favorite bbq place, found me a great spot at the bar right in front of the tv and with a little sweet talking she got the bartender to put on the game....which no one else in the place cared about. upon hearing it was my birthday, the bartender even gave me a beer on the house. so there i was, another year older, beer in one hand and a fork full of brisket in the other, a little bit of bbq in my beard, watching college basketball and grinning from ear to ear.
although my team lost, it was a wonderful night. who knows, if this "appreciating the small things" trend continues, maybe all i'll need to be happy at 70 is an ice cold dr, pepper!
and for those damn kids to stay off my lawn.