On Saturday I turned 31. I'm old now. No really, I am. Let me tell you how the sad truth of this was discovered:
1. I was conducting in Primary last Sunday and I was reading the names of everyone in Primary that was going to have a birthday the coming week. I read my own name and got confused. Seriously, I didn't realize my birthday was only a week away.
2. About two months ago, I played a little backyard soccer with Derek and the kids. I was trying to steal the ball from Derek and he pushed my shoulder some weird way and my arm hurt for three weeks straight.
3. For my birthday, I was super excited about getting some projects done around the house.
4. My reason for putting blonde highlights in my hair has changed from looking cute to masking gray.
5. I don't buy cute shoes unless they are comfortable.
6. I drive a minivan and feel cool.
7. While I'm driving that minivan, I find myself changing radio stations all the time saying, "What is this garbage?"
Yes my friends, I'm old. I've reached that age where the young couples at church don't even think about befriending me because they look at the three kids and assume I couldn't be friends with them because I could never text back and forth with them. And, they are right! I have found the wonderful benefit of relaxing in my pjs all day after church and mostly anytime after dinner every evening. I don't go places to "be seen" only to try and find diversions for my brood. I look at college athletes and young policemen and think, "Do you even have your driver's license?"
Could be you're old too. Maybe you relate to some of this. Or, perhaps you're thinking, "Yeah, my parents do that stuff." I'm old. Old, but happy and that's the most important thing. No wait, happy and comfortable--now I'm complete.
