I could hardly believe it! I got up this morning to SNOW! That threw my hopes for summer-like weather out the window. I'm feeling so-so because I have a touch of hubby's cold. I don't feel badly, really, but it's all in my chest. Since I'm prone to pneumonia, that worries me just a little at this point.

Now where was I? Oh yeah.... That 3-letter word, AGE, could bring much joy and happiness or it could mean unhappiness and regret. Don't get me wrong - I'm not exactly unhappy now that I'm older. I do have a few regrets, but I think that's true for most of us. It's just that time has flown by and I can't pinpoint a time when I finally recognized that I'm not that slim, lovely woman that I used to be. It's like a dream, you know? By day, you're young and bold and sometime at night, you became overweight and WRINKLED! I looked in the mirror and told myself that there are plenty of years left to look like this. I glanced in the mirror a second time and I saw sagging skin and a double chin. I used to laugh at old people. I don't mean I made fun of them, but I do remember remarking time after time that I'm NEVER become THAT old. So, what is old exactly? At 8 years old, someone of 18 is old. At 13, someone is old at 25. And at age 25, someone is old if they're 40. Old to me, means wrinkles, sagginess here and there, old age spots, in a rocking chair with knitting needles in hand.

Just today I came across a few of my baby pictures. What a startling wake-up call that was! I used to lay in my mother's arms. My mother used to feed me from a spoon and she saved my first loose baby tooth. There's a lock of blond hair and an announcement that "It's a girl!" And there are hand and foot prints of an infant. Yep, we all started out the same. A babe in arms and then - suddenly - here I am. To be continued...