Sometimes I just feel old, in the manner of one who has just begun to accrue enough memories to enjoy looking back on them. I have recently found myself thinking about my history, the things that I loved most. It gave me pause yesterday, when I remembered a day some years ago, perhaps three or four, when on a wednesday evening I went to the prayer meeting we have at our church each week. Walking in the door, Jonanna, two years old at the time, ran up to me and jumped into my arms. She paused and just looked at me for a bit, just stared into my eyes and gave me hug. Sometimes I feel old… I don’t want things like that to change…

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  1. I know exactly what you mean. Meagan, a five-year old little girl at my church, asked me the other night when I was going to be married and have kids. I realized that she now sees me as someone on the equal level as her mom- no longer a playmate. It made me think for a few minutes. Of course, I’ll still tickle her like crazy and tease her. :-)

  2. Interestingly enough… I get that all the time, especially from Joanna who is forever trying to set me up with her sisters. *grin*