Luke loves to look at pictures. He gets it from his dad. I can pull out all the photo albums on my bookshelf, and he will sit and flip through the pages over and over. I pulled out an oldie, goldie the other day. It was one that Anna made for me when I was probably nine or ten. In it were pictures of my first trip to a summer camp at Living Waters. Luke took one look at a group picture of me with five other nine year olds, pointed me out and said, "It's Mama!"
The other day I saw my youth minister for the first time in maybe five years. The first words out of his mouth were, "You haven't changed a bit!"
Okay, I'm glad I'm not "showing my age", not that that is such a great accomplishment at twenty-seven. But shouldn't I have changed a little bit since high school? And for the love! I should NOT look so much like I did at nine that my two year old can spot me in a group picture!
Is it my hair? My clothes? Kris can always tell when I put on something that I've had for a couple of years. He'll ask me if I think it's time to get rid of it. Only if I can replace it, Baby. Only if I can replace it.
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This made me laugh out loud!! I love your take on replacing clothes--hilarious!
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