My son turned 36 this week. That's on the down side, sliding into 40. It's weird, looking at your children and knowing they are adults. Fully grown men. Men with beards and bald spots, and arthritis kicking in, and children in Middle School. It is cliche to remark on the fleetness of time and it's inescapable march. But it is absolutely true. I swear I was just 40 myself, wasn't I? How did we get to this point? I remember he was a little boy and blah, blah, blah, some stuff happened, and now here we are are. One of us got old. I'm sure it's not me.
Maybe it is my husband's fault. He's definitely getting older! :)
