Reality Check

I was asked to be “President Elect” of our Women’s Council at church. I am really so excited but it’s also funny to me. I just don’t feel old enough to be “President Elect” of anything! I often go through my day laughing inwardly that I have three children! How did that happen? (you know what I mean) Just yesterday (wasn’t it?) I was staying up till 2AM at Waffle House, and flying off to Chicago for a long weekend, and, and, and.

Well, somehow and at some point I grew up. And I have proof.

This is me with Bubba at the vehicle fair this weekend. Now, you would think that me in a photo with my second born would be a wake-up call, but do you see the real reality check?? You don’t even have to look hard.

President Elect? Where do I sign?

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6 Responses to Reality Check

  1. You are hilarious! I would never have noticed until you pointed it out! I love your posts! I can always count on a good laugh! 🙂 ~annie

  2. erika says:

    WEAR IT PROUD, girl. 🙂

  3. Sarah says:

    Embrace that gray, girl! I got my first grays at age…18!!! Can you believe that crazy nonsense?? I was a freshman in college, for pete’s sake. Since, especially in the last 3-4 years, more and more grays have sprouted out of my scalp. (is that what seminary does to wives?!) And BTW, we have that exact same plastic fireman hat in our dress-up bin…Calvin got it when the firemen came to his preschool.

  4. ~Mad says:

    …and once they start, watch out! Considering you mom and dad – you have a future of gray hairs! Be proud – you earned every one of them!~Mad

  5. Dave says:

    I’d shave my head if I were you.

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