Today I am 44.

I don’t feel 44. I don’t think I look 44.

My mom’s baby is 44. Crazy. Seems impossible. I wonder if you ever feel your age. Mom told me today that she felt as young when she had me as she did when she had my brother. 15 years apart.

Course that made me think she must’ve felt old. Because she was old when I was younger. Now she’s young. I guess retirement can do that for you. I can only hope to have her spirit. Her desire to live life to the fullest when I’m her age. I hope my body is more cooperative.