what the next chapters will hold. I am too, though mostly just excited. Her good-old days are in the making and yet to come. In some ways, my good-old days are behind me; my babies are grown and my cradle rocking is reserved for grandchildren now. Yes, I still have kids at home, including one in elementary school, but even a “young 50” is no spring chicken (might even be ‘old-as-dirt,’ depending on who you listen to.) Being 50 doesn’t mean it’s time to give up living, don the gr ...