getting old

I was looking at this picture the other day. It's always been on my desk at work. I was thinking about how it was taken so long ago- 8 years ago this weekend, I think- and how much our lives have changed since then. In this picture we weren't married, no kids, no mortgage to pay, lived in the city. I was in grad school. If we wanted to go out one night or go away for a weekend, we could.

Then, I was thinking that I was so skinny back then, and that I'm so not right now. And then I thought, "Gee, we both look so young in this picture. I'm getting old. My skin shows signs of age. I'm getting creased and wrinkled and tired looking." So after that I decided I should start trying some anti-aging/skin repair products to try to stop looking so gosh darn old.

The next day, I saw a new jar of skin cream on the bathroom counter. It was a men's product. It said something about wrinkle smoothing. I grinned and chuckled a bit to myself, because I would never have pegged Chris as a man who would be worried about his skin or his looks. And then I thought it was kind of sweet that we both must have been thinking about all this at the same time. So I went downstairs and mentioned to Chris that I'd been noticing my skin looked older and was thinking about doing something about it, and that I noticed his skin cream and how we must have both been thinking the same thing. He replied, "Oh. Well I was just looking for face lotion and when I got home I noticed it said something about anti-aging."

Guess it was just me after all...