Thursday, December 2, 2010

It's only a number... isn't it?

I don't have a problem with my age, I don't even mind telling my age. I don't look my age, so I'm told quite frequently... but sometimes I feel every bit of my 51 years.

At my visit to the G.P. yesterday(because I have had a red and very sore right eye for a few days) he called the eye specialist to make an appointment for me and said "I have a 51 year old female that I would like Dr. Morgan to see for me please." When he said that, I thought... surely he can't be talking about me... I'm not 51. Oh wait... yes, yes I am. I am 51.

Then I thought about the time (last year) that my gorgeous grandsdon Braylon asked "Nanna, how old are you?" I replied, "Braylon, I am 50 years old." His big, beautiful, brown eyes got bigger and he said "Wow, Nanna, that's a big number." Yes, yes it is a big number... but it's only a number, right?!