I'm really not old enough to...

Be saying..."Remember when..." Staci called last night...and we got to talking about high school and old times...and we caught ourselves saying that. How is it that she's old enough to have an 18 year old kid? How is it that I've let 18 years pass without finishing my college degree? I still say..."my husband's grand-daughters..." because I am definitely not old enough to be a grandmother. Geesh.

What is pretty cool is that we both feel pretty good in our own skin now. Finally. I know I've gone through some serious times of low self-esteem and self-doubt. I'm not saying that it doesn't rear it's ugly head every now and again...but I'm definitely much more comfortable with myself today than I was 18 years ago. That's a pretty cool feeling.

Anyhoo, it's pretty wonderful to get a call from a friend who knew you when...and pick up where we left off. Of course, she blogs over at Butterflies-N-Dazies...so I can keep up with her when she actually writes. (Oh, look...she writes...thank you, very much!) Much love to ya, Staci!