This isn't generally an issue, except when I need to confirm that I am, in fact, myself and not a better looking impostor. One day I called the IRS for information on my taxes, and they asked me where I worked in 2008. Um...I'm sorry, when? I couldn't think of any answers...so we accidentally got cut off...oops. Bye!
The solution?
Babies.
People need to have more babies. They're like living clocks. My trip to Greece was pretty epic but it's not continually getting older before my eyes so I have no idea how long ago it was. I find myself looking at my friends who are having babies and second babies and thinking, "Wow, it's really been a year?" Or 2 or 18. It's a great measuring tool!
My little brother is graduating from high school this summer. This is a picture from when he was born:
Yes, I'm the one on the right. Kathryn, the sibling next to me, is the one getting married. Crrrrrazy. Off to college, Jamesy. Off to woo girls. Off to conquer the world.
2 comments:
We need a picture of you and Nora when she is seven months to make a true comparison.
You have aged exceptionally well. With that youthful skin, and gorgeous hair.
Me - not so much. The last thing I need is a baby reminding me how old i'm getting. another reason not to have kids. Thanks Laura.
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