I had heard comments like those many, many times and it continued until looking 25 versus 33 didn't really make a difference.
I feel like I just about look my age now. Although, Grammy and I have had strangers stop us when we are out with the girls to ask if Grammy is the mom. That would make me the much older sister of triplets. I always find those comments amusing. Seriously?
I don't like seeing myself in photos anymore but I try not to make a big deal out of it because I know that there's more to life than the way you look. I was rifling through a stack of old photos tonight looking for one from when Rich ran the Disney Marathon. (I was going to use it in my pre-trip report.) I held up a photo as Rich walked by. "Can you believe how young we look?"
That may look like a fake backdrop but it's real. I wonder what happened to that sweater?
Summer 2005 with my niece, Beth.
My arm is so tone. I miss my personal trainer.
June 2006. Two weeks after Abbey's death. With my niece, Beth.
I'm sharing that photo because you can see, in my eyes, how a part of me died with my daughter. The past six years have been tough. I gave birth to four babies in ten months time. I've survived more sleepless nights than not. I want to say that I wouldn't change anything for the world but really, a baby died. When I start to have these what if thoughts, my mind goes into overload.
Quite honestly, getting old sucks but I love my little girls with all my heart and can't even imagine a world without them.