It just occurred to me that, when Day We Met (Observed) rolls around in a week or two, C and I will have known each other for EIGHTEEN YEARS!
Woah!
How did we get this old, again?
Other things have been showing me that change is afoot, this summer. It sounds silly, but I've been sobered by small changes: S getting his first pocket knife, J learning how to pronounce things correctly, the girls getting their ears pierced, L starting Young Women (Young Women!) and going to Girls' Camp where her inner adventurer was unleashed.
The surest sign of my age, though, happened just this morning. I'm embarrassed to admit it, and I still don't know exactly how it happened but...
...it took me nearly an hour to print something out from my computer.
I guess I'm just not a whippersnapper anymore.
Oh, look at the time. I'd better shuffle on out to the porch swing to watch the sunset.
MOJ
wow... you really are old!
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oh! and don't forget your slippers when you shuffle to the porch! you might get splinters!
Wait, if you're old, what does that make me? Certainly explains those decayed white bandages I keep finding falling from my paper-thin, mummified skin... You're not THAT old yet! Wait until your last kid gets baptized...that one was a real wake up call!
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