At eighty I have finally given myself permission to be wrong occasionally, after all I won’t remember it tomorrow anyway.
Today you are about 29,332 days old. Now 80 doesn’t sound so bad does it.

Blowing out 70 candles is good exercise for the lungs.
Happy 70th birthday… on the bright side, you’re not 80.

Happy 60th Birthday and remember, as the Chinese say: You can not prevent the birds of sorrow from flying over your head, but you can prevent them from building a nest in your hair.
If you cannot do great things at the age of 60, do small things in a great way.
On my 60th birthday my wife gave me a superb birthday present. She let me win an argument.

Looking fifty is great if you’re sixty.
Don’t worry about avoiding temptation. As you grow older, it will avoid you.
Looking fifty is great–if you’re sixty.
Joan Rivers

At the age of 20, we don’t care what the world thinks of us; at 30, we worry about what it is thinking of us; at 40, we discover that it wasn’t thinking of us at all.
Put on your little black dress and rock it. You look fabulous on your 40th.
Surprise! 40 has a way of sneaking up on you.

When you turn thirty, a whole new thing happens: you see yourself acting like your parents.
Blair Sabol
Don’t think of it as your 30th Birthday; It’s really the 10th anniversary of your 20th Birthday.

At the age of twenty, we don’t care what the world thinks of us; at thirty, we worry about what it is thinking of us; at forty, we discover that it wasn’t thinking of us at all.
Live as long as you may. The first twenty years are the longest half of your life.
Robert Southey

First you forget names; then you forget faces; then you forget to zip up your fly; and then you forget to unzip your fly.
You are only young once, but you can stay immature indefinitely.

Be there
Say yes as often as possible
Let them bang on pots and pans
If they are cranky, put them in water
If they are unlovable, love yourself
Realize how important it is to be a child

Fathers are wonderful people
Too little understood,
And we do not sing their praises
As often as we should…
For, somehow, Father seems to be
The man who pays the bills,
While Mother binds up little hurts
And nurses all our ills…