Time Marches On

What’s this I see ? A working keyboard? Ahhh– to have the letters t,r,g,i, and e back.  Welcome.
The girls enjoyed some nice weather, earlier this week, before the rain and cooler air pushes in this weekend.
While my keys on the keyboard may have been still the past few days, my wheels in my mind have been turning.
Mostly about age.
Someone recently pointed out to me, that in 3 months, I would have a fourth grader. A fourth grader. Isn’t that what older, somewhat frumpy, mom-jean wearing moms have? A fourth grader. How is it possible that my July baby can be that old? Moreover, when did I get to be this old?
I can remember being in fourth grade: We had an end of the year swimming party. Courtney and I launched our first company, G&C Fashions. I started the first day of school sporting an Esprit dress and tan mustache because my mom put hot pink Zinc sunscreen on my face, everywhere except above my lips, while at a family reunion in Spanish Wells.  It went good with my perm though.

My baby girl turns six next week. The same baby girl that had to eat  high calorie Neosure/breast milk milkshakes, for months, in a last ditch effort to put weight on her little body.

She wears a size 7 jean now, and just played the best camouflage-dressed soldier in her kindergarten’s patriotic program this morning.

When I registered her for our church’s summer vacation bible school, I realized she will be considered elementary aged- 1st grade. What?  She’s old. Which can only mean one thing- I am old.

In April, Mike and I will celebrate our 11 year anniversary. My parents celebrated an 11 year anniversary. That’s what real parents do. Get married and celebrate anniversaries that are double digits. I mean, come on, that’s old.

Mike and I went to see a movie recently, and there was a preview for the new 3D version of Titanic. That was the first date Mike and I had, was to that movie in 1998. So, while they were showing this preview, two college aged girls were sitting behind us talking. I heard one of them whisper to the other, “did you ever see that movie?”  Her friend responded, “Yes, but I can’t remember how it ended. I was really young when it came out.”

Really young? Seriously? I must be old.

Next month I will turn 35. I’ve known for 11 months that I am 34, but I just didn’t think about the fact, that the next birthday would be a 35th. That’s when people start rounding you up to {whisper it} forty.

Don’t get me wrong, I am not worried about getting older because of looks- you can only fight that so much. It freaks me out a little because I don’t know how I got here.

Oh, to be in the mind of Britton…..

I feel like I just had these babies {okay, so one of them I really did just have- 19 weeks ago to be exact), and can’t seem to recollect where the time has gone.

That’s what I am trying to say.

How did I get to be an almost 35 year old, celebrating 11 years of marriage, with three children?

I am not going to run out and buy a fancy, red corvette, inject my lips with collagen, or find myself a new husband. I love my life and realize how lucky I am. But… it does cause me to pause, and think, when exactly did this happen? 

There, now I really sound like an old person– rambling on about ‘where does the time go’.