The day after my older daughter’s birthday, we were out to lunch together. Our waitress said to her, “You two are sisters, right?” My daughter told her no, that I was her mother!
Being a bit depressed over her birthday anyway, this did not make my daughter very happy. It made me feel good until I realized…
A teenager would think anyone over a certain age was ancient! Forty-four or 65, it was all OLD to Miss Under-Twenty. Oh, well, it felt good for a second or two before reality hit me. I’m not getting any younger and neither is my daughter, but life is still good!
