When I was younger I used to get so annoyed when family friends would remark on how much I had grown up between visits, how my gaining years made them feel old… and now I get it. My niece Sierra is a Senior this year, and it’s hard to believe that it was 9 years ago already that I was myself at that age. Nine Years. It’s harder to believe that this very lovely young lady who used to be a fiery toddler that gave me a good run for my babysitting money(and in tiny fits of rage call me a “cabbage nose” every time I gave her a time-out), is now babysitting my son. And I feel old.
Cheers kiddo! Happy Senior Year!
