I'm 28. No, wait. I'm 27.

At what age do you forget how old you are? The answer for me is 27. A few days ago Charles and I were walking at the Y and for some reason my age came up.

"I'm 28." I said. "No, 27. No, 28. Wait. How old am I?"

And then I had to do the math to figure out that I'm 27. I think I've been so caught up in realizing that I'm on the downhill slide to 30 that I can't remember how old I really am.

By the way, my true self knows that there is nothing wrong with aging. But my ego self is like, "Damn. I'm almost 30."

My Babies Aren't Babies

This is how they are going to stay in my head forever. Just sayin'.

We Miss You Grandma

Grandma passed away a week ago today. Last week was a blur but I am relieved to know she is at peace. The kids are doing really great with it. I think they are not quite old enough to really be sad about it and that's fine with me. We should celebrate her life and not mourn her death.

You were our guardian angel on earth, and now in heaven. We love you so much, grandma!

This is the slideshow I made for her funeral:

Grandma's Movie