Guess this means I'm old
My soccer team gave me a soccer ball, a gift card, a signed card at the end of our season. I gave the gift card to my co-coach (who was somehow overlooked) because it didn't mean nearly as much to me as the messy scrawls of the boys and the thoughtful comments of the parents.
I'm old.
My grandmother is moving out of her home and into my uncle's house, and so will be selling or giving away much of her possessions. When I went over the other night, the only thing I wanted were the genealogical records and family photos. Nothing she owns could be as valuable to me as her family memories.
I'm old.
I should have known. You can't be young and have a daughter graduate from the sixth grade, as Scout did today. You can't be young and have a sprained ankle keep you hobbling for two weeks as mine has.
I really must be old. I quite like it so far. I'm still a bozo, but I'm starting to care about the right things. I guess this is what progress feels like.
2 comments:
The only thing you wanted? Hmmmm...I am pretty sure I remember you taking the most coveted phone in the world! Ha! Caught ya! But yes, you are old and you are quite good at being old.
I also love being old(er). I'm a MUCH happier and more secure person than I was in my teens and 20s. I think I won't mind aging so much as my body can keep up with me. :)
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