Pads or Tampons?

Sometimes I have these random ponderings about life as a woman.  The stuff we do is just weird.  Who was the first woman to think, "hmmm.  I wonder what would happen if I shaved the hair from..oh...let's see...under my arms.  Yep.  Let's try that."  Our choice of pad or tampon is just glorious (though I won't spend much time complaining about this one - La in the 1800s would not have done well).  And don't get me started about dresses, makeup, and crying sobbing over episodes of Glee.  

Then I think about what it's like being an aging woman (can I say that even though I'm still in my 30s?)  The skin on my hands is different.  Night sweats are a blast.  And yet I still see my 18 year old self when I look in the mirror.  It's just bizarre.  I have loved getting older.  I know I will continue to feel that way.  It's a privilege to have another day.  I've loved seeing Travis get older, too.  Watching him go from an awesome teenager to a wonderful man and all of the stages in between is an honor.  I think I still see him as 18, too.  And my brother...my brother is a father.  A beautiful little girl will call him Da Da any day now (if she hasn't already).  I've said it a million times:  time is a mystery to me.  But I'm blessed to have it.

When I was in school, I was the youngest in my class.  Kim (Clark) DeLuna is two days older than me.  Two.days.  I was the last to drive at night, the last to have my sweet 16.  But today it hit me.  I will also be the last to hit 40!  HA!