Today is my eldest daughter’s birthday (Happy 12th Caylee)!
Just saying that seems hard, as I still remember her as a toddler. I remember the endless (adorable) fat-rolls that seemingly made no sense! Seriously, there were rolls that for the life of me I have no idea why they were present. I remember the period in her life where she wore a barbie dress as a hat (this period lasted at least 3 months). I remember the first day of preschool, the first day of 1st grade. I remember all of those events.
While my memory seems to be in good shape, it does tend to play tricks on me. Why would I say that? The answer…even to this day when I think of her, I don’t think of the young woman that now shares a home with me. Instead, I think of that barbie dress hat wearing toddler. And if that isn’t enough, I have two other kids (Peyton & Cooper) that slap me in the face with a constant dose of reality each every day as well.
Yes, it seems that I have turned into “that guy” that once upon a time I could never imagine being. However, there is still a big part of me that thinks I am still “cool”. That part of me that still believes that I can go out and do something athletic (like I did in high school & college) without warming up & stretching and then expect to actually be able to MOVE the next day. That part of me that still believes that I can eat whatever I want and not get FAT.
You know! I don’t think I am alone in this distorted reality I have created for myself. I bet there are plenty of us “30 – somethings” that feel the same way. I still find it hard to believe that I am actually married and have children. When did I get OLD (notice I didn’t say “grow up”)?
I saw this video, and it really rang true this situation. Enjoy!