On Wednesday, I took these lovely girls here, the newly renovated Visitor's Center at the Los Angeles Temple.  It is a wonderful experience and I highly recommend it if you are in the area.  I have been twice and am looking forward to another visit.
While talking with some lovely Sister Missionaries, one mentioned that she knew someone who had lived in Armenia, where I was a missionary.
I was quick to ask who, when I was hit upside the head with the fact that I am NOT 20 anymore.  I won't know them, it was almost 10 years ago for me.
I assume that when talking to a 20 something, I am a 20 something.
When talking the the young women, I assume they think I'm young and cool like them.  Turns out I'm not.
I'm 30.
I'm 30.
Half way to 60 folks.


I remember watching my mom put on makeup when I was in high school.  She was looking in the mirror and commenting on how it caught her off guard sometimes, the face looking back at her.  She said she still felt like she was in her 20's.  My mom is Beautiful by the way, and still looks like she is in her 20's.

I wouldn't change it for the world though.


Maybe my 20 year old, pre-baby body.


Only if I could keep the babies though.


Happy friday.  Shipping the kids off and Nate is taking me away for a late birthday gift.  30th, that is. In case you forgot that I'm no longer 20.