I'm definitely getting older. In fact, I think I have valid evidence that I am now officially old.
On one of the walls in my office, I have a photo frame hanging that holds three pictures of my two -year-old niece. You know what I'm going to say don't you? In the last few weeks I have had two different people ask me if she is my granddaughter!
My GRAND daughter?!!!
I do look younger than my age, and so maybe I am living in denial to react with such shock that anyone would think I am old enough to be a grandmother, or granny, or memaw, or nana, or anything remotely similar.
I'm not knocking grandmothers here! I am surrounded by old people everyday. Between spending time at the transitional living center where my parents live, and being with my Sunday school class, which has an average age of about 75, I have learned to cherish grandmothers and grandfathers. I LOVE old people.
I do believe that age is just a number. I'm learning from being around so many of our blessed senior citizens that as I grow older, I don't have to grow old. I think there are two major difference between those who are just plain old, and those who are young at heart. The young at heart stay active both physically, and mentally, and they are a part of something bigger than themselves. They are givers, and still concerned about the needs of others. This is how I want to be as my digits continue to rise!