Getting older is fine, as long as you have the right people around

By Randy Capps

I’ve used this space more than once to complain about how old I’m getting, and I don’t want to make that sort of thing a habit.

But every now and then I’m overwhelmed, and this is where I get to vent.

By the time you read this, I will have celebrated my 20th wedding anniversary, and I will be on the verge of being a parent of an adult son. Ethan turns 18 on Feb. 11, which is just the latest brick on my road to middle age.

Don’t feel too sorry for me, though.

To celebrate, we’re taking a trip with some family and friends to Puerto Rico, and then we’ll be island hopping to Barbados, Grenada, Dominica, St. Maarten and St. Thomas. We’re renewing our wedding vows, or the lease as we’re calling it. As I sit here at my computer on a cold winter night, standing barefoot on a beach is not a bad piece of imagery for me.

As you may have read in our wedding edition last month, our wedding day was a bit of a disaster. I couldn’t have hoped for a better wife, however, and the son that followed soon after. I may never get to be a beat writer for the Orioles, but I’m blessed in so many other ways.

I guess if I have to get old, at least I get to do it with amazing people.