Last night my husband and I rushed out of work, dropped the kids off with their aunt, and drove an hour out of town to Berkeley to attend our first Jack Johnson concert.
What a concert it was!
Fearing rain we packed for a cold evening, but were pleasantly surprised by the most beautifully mild fall night Berkeley could offer. It was perfect. I was childless, on a date with my husband, feeling nostalgic of my college days. I guess you could say I was feeling free and young.
I walked up to the Greek Theater ticket in hand, chin up, and a smile on my face. Then the darling and energetic bag checker waved me over to her line.
Feeling my backpack she cheerfully states, “OK Mommy…your bag looks fine.”
I’ve never, ever been ashamed of my age…33. If anything I often feel too young with the friends I keep. I’m not one of those girls who pretends to have a 29th birthday each and every year. I live life trying to be the best I can be at each new age.
That was just too much.
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