getting old...

went to my sister in-law's house tonight to celebrate my nephew's 22nd birthday. couldn't help but feel old. when my husband and i started dating he was 9, his sister 7, and his brother 5. recalling a time when i had to tell the youngest that his shoes were on the wrong feet at the mall made it even worse. now of course we can't reminisce in front of the three of them; they would be embarrassed and look at us in a light that would make us feel even older still. well, i guess that's the way it goes as time moves forward: the young get older and those of us over 30 stay the same age!