Today I am 32 years old. While 32 may seem like just another random birthday in the natural succession of years, it holds a bit of significance for me.
When I was about 15 or 16, I remember studying my face in the mirror and thinking I looked quite old. I leaned onto the bathroom counter until my nose touched the mirror. I leaned my head this way and that way and squinted just to make sure. Yup. I was sure. My face looked old. Much older than it should have looked for 15. My Mom came around the corner just then and asked me what in the world I was doing. “Mom, I look so OLD. I have wrinkles and dry skin! I look like I’m 32 or something!!” My Mom got quite the kick out of that as you can imagine. She also made sure to relay my comment to an aunt, who happened to be 32 at the time. I never heard the end of it.
So now I have arrived. And this time, I really do have a few wrinkles and dry skin to show for it. But somehow, inside, I don’t feel any older than 16!!