Aging is a wild, bizarre process. This weekend, I noticed how thin and older my mother looks now (though she took a Zumba class today for the first time, so I can’t dismiss her so quickly). I am aging too. I cannot tell you how strange it is. I still remember being a kid, so I think about what my kids might perceive of what’s happening around them. It is a shame, in a way, that we are not the same age, so we can enjoy the same things together, but I’m only saying this because of Harry Potter is on cable.
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