I am turning 36 today. Since I was one of the youngest in the class, I expect that most of you have already reached that milestone. I don't think too much about the passage of time as it relates to my age, but my face is really starting to show it. I remember when my mom was this age, because it is the age she was when I first met most of you. I have a son that is going to be a Freshman this year.
I look at myself and I see my mother's forehead, but my husband complains about me having "outdated" bangs--Hello! at least I don't try to make them stand straight up anymore. Unlike my mom at this age, I fortunately don't have grey hairs, but how noticeable would that be in strawberry blonde hair?
I don't have a problem with getting old, it's just the fact that I am certainly no longer what I remember myself as when I knew all of you so well--young.
Maybe I have lost some stupidity in the process. Maybe I am less naive (but not much). I think I'm finally an adult.
