26 years ago, my mom and I went to the Mall of America to have our pictures taken, to mark the fact that she was 50 and I was 25. We had a wonderful time, getting our hair and makeup done and picking out our wardrobe, for each picture.
I have never been one to think much about age. It is just a number, and I have always been so grateful for every single healthy, happy year. Then I got the package in the mail that gave me the opportunity to sign up for AARP, and my mind started reeling.