Well, it's the new year I guess. Almost a full week into 2008 and less than a full week away from my 27th birthday-I think this is the year I realize that I'm not always going to be the youngest one in the room. I am the youngest grandchild on both sides and the youngest of my friends. Starting school at the age of 4 ensured that all of my classmates were older and of course my husband is 4 to 5 years my senior, depending on the month. So it's been a lifetime of being the baby. Not so anymore. Kris very kindly revealed to me that one of my office mates is only 22. I have to admit, I heaved a big sigh when he told me. I didn't realize how accustomed I've become to being younger than everyone I know. Now, you'll have to forgive me - I'm perfectly aware that 27 isn't old by any stretch. What is dawning on me, however, is the truth behind that old adage You're only as old as you feel. I don't really feel 27. I can't say that I feel 18 but I can say with some certainty that psychologically I feel like I might be in the midst of some kind of plateau that began somewhere around 23. The fact that I now have a full time job with a husband and a mortgage doesn't make me feel like more of a grown up and it certainly hasn't stopped me from laughing at fart jokes and enjoying movies like Hot Rod (which far exceeded my expectations by the way). And with this revelation, I am coming to understand how strange if must feel for parents to have 27 year old children.
On another note, Kris is wonderful. He hung new curtains in our bedroom so we don't have to look at the hideous, floral, polyester horrors that came with the house (I'm pretty sure I saw Jesus' face this morning - before I put my glasses on). So, thank you darling.
1 comment:
Jesus in your floral curtains! That's a morning miracle!
Congrats on not being the youngest in your day to day life.
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