Things sneak up on us some times. I am 41 now and I still feel like I should be the youngest in the room. Until my niece, Emily became an adult (thanks Emily Lauren Smith), in the VanDyke family, I was always the youngest adult in the family. I was the youngest in the Leadership at the church or the youngest Mommy in the class. Not anymore! I am still not the oldest but it is strange to be inching my way up there to the oldest position.
I remember when Juliana was in Kindergarten, for mothers day she did a card for me. One of the facts she had to write about me was, My Mommy is _______ years old. Well Juliana put 40!!! I was not 40! I was the youngest Mommy in the class and she put me as the oldest. Her friends all put 18, 25, 21 but not Juliana, 40! I was actually 25. I asked her why she put me so old and she said that she liked 40 and she thought I was 40. She was too funny. I always loved those kind of gifts from my children. Jake in Kindergarten said he likes his mommy cause she is a good cooker…lol. I have kept most of my little treasures from all my kids.
Now I am a grandmother, not the oldest but definitely not the youngest. I fall somewhere in the middle. But in my family, I am the perfect age. Whether I wear glasses or not and no matter my age, I am just so thankful to be a part of such a wonderful family and have such a BLESSED LIFE.
|"C'mon Stov & Uncle Jake. Let's play ball"|
|"Where's my Fire truck, Dammy?"|