Age

I have been thinking a lot lately about what it means to get old. Probably because I am going to my brother in-laws birthday party on sunday and he is turning 41... I can remember when he was turning 30 and I thought that was old. Now I am coming up on my 23rd birthday and I feel young but at the same time... I remember when I was young and I thought 23 was old. I used to look up to the 20-somethings and think how much they knew and how "cool" they were... and now I am one of those and I don't feel too cool and I know I don't know a whole lot... so I think I was misguided.

Anyway, I was working and someone asked me why I was married and so young (Not to sound cocky or "I am so sexy"... but I think he wanted to be married to me) and I told him that I had met the man of my dreams and I didn't want to pass up the opportunity to take him off the market and this thought dawned on me...We're so arrogant, aren't we? So afraid of age, we do everything we can to prevent it. We don't realize what a privilege it is to grow old with someone. Someone who doesn't drive you to commit murder or doesn't humiliate you beyond repair. Lucky for me I met that person when I was 19. Not to say that he doesn't have his moments or that I don't have mine... but growing old together and so in love... is definitely a privlidge... not a death sentence.