I know that I get older every year, but I don't feel older and I don't think that I look much older. I have been blessed with a youthful appearance for which I am grateful. However, twice in the last month or so I have been accused of being old enough to have a 20+ year old child. Here are the stories.
The first setting is in Target where my sister Paige works. We went in to kill some time while waiting for a prescription to be filled next door. While looking at clothes Paige starts talking to a co-worker and I pay little attention. As we leave the section Paige tells me that her friend asked if I was Paige's mother. What?! I am only four years older than Paige. That would have been a miraculous birth by anyone's standard. I do not look that old!
This next story was told to me by Doug. He was out with the missionaries this last week and one of them asked him a question. The elder asked Doug about the two younger girls that sometimes sit by us in church. (These would be two of my sister: Brin and Erin. They are 23 and 18 years old respectfully.) The elder asked Doug if they were our older daughters! Again, What?! Doug slapped the elder on the knee and asked just how old he thought Doug was. Forget Doug. How old do they think I am? I am old enough to have had Erin if I was 13 when I gave birth which can happen, but I would only have been 8 when Brin was born.
I don't know if I can take being taken for an old woman. I'm not ready yet and while I do feel old after a day in the garden it passes and doesn't last for too long.
It must be our mature bearing and soberness in apperance. Not! We love playing around so I don't know where this is coming from, but it better stop or I may get a complex. :)
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