We’re 18. The only problem is, you can’t see that 18 year old because she’s stuck inside this 62 year old body. She’s in there…though I have to admit, there are days when she does a darned good job of hiding. And…speaking of hiding, she’s got a wicked sense of humor because she’s always hiding things from me. She’s particularly fond of hiding my glasses and my car keys, although she HAS been known to hide the whole danged CAR from me after I’ve taken her on one of her favorite outings….shopping at the mall. Oh, she LOVES that! She keeps trying to squeeze my butt into HER size jeans and that either makes me laugh or makes me cry or pisses me off. It depends where we are with our hormones. Sigh.

We like to go hang out with our girlfriends. You can just about guarantee she’s going to show up at that event. She’s so funny. She snorts when she laughs and doesn’t care that it makes me pee a little. She loves to tell stories and make her friends laugh till THEY pee a little, too! We promise each other we’ll always be there…just like we did 45 years ago.

Just look at these beautiful eighteen year olds! They’re so wise and wonderful. Sassy and sensuous. Silly and brilliant and adventurous. Loving and loyal and so full of life. It was a perfect day. Lord, let us stay just like this…for as long as we can. Oh, our knees ache a little, and maybe some of us need hearing aids, and Lynn had a heart attack and Rhonda’s not recovered from her last surgery so she couldn’t come….but, please Lord, let us be 18 as long as we can. Just look at us! We’re perfect!!!

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“So then, banish anxiety from your heart and cast off the troubles of your body, for youth and vigor are meaningless.”

Ecclesiastes 11:10 NIV