Happy Birthday!
Today my mom turns 62. Next week I turn 42. This is one of the first years in a long time when we will be together on both of our birthdays.
Gram and Saara on our recent trip. Looking pretty good for 62. (and 12!)
I, on the other hand, tend to look a bit odd, like in this photo taken while we were exploring the Chacoan ruins.
Somehow, I have very much lost touch with my age. I don't feel 42, whatever 42 is supposed to feel like. Since so many people say, I don't feel 40 something, or 50 something, presumably our impressions of what 42 or 52 is supposed to feel like are wrong. 42 feels not so much different from, oh, 34.