It's starting to hit that I'm not young any more. Craig always says that he's half way through his life. I don't like think in those terms, but the realization the we are not spring chickens is hitting me like a ton of bricks. My evidence?
Me: I wake up with creases on my face and they are still there an hour later.
Reagan: She wakes up with a crease on her face and I can see it disappear right before my eyes.
Return to Zero
9 years ago
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