Ambushed

I have never, nor do I now believe that I am old.  I don't believe you are old until you can no longer eat corn without saying, "Just a moment while I grab my teeth."  However, recently I have begun to feel "older".  My age has never been a concern for me, I feel like I am ten most days so why should I worry about growing older?  I celebrated my 35th birthday this week and I have to admit that I feel ambushed. 

William and I have had the marvelous blessing of growing up together in a sense.  We started dating when we were in our teen years and so I always feel young when I am with him.  I still see him as the witty yet sober teen that he was when we met.  Yet lately when I look in the mirror I am seeing an older version of myself that I was not hoping to ever see.  There are lines on my face that used to go away when I changed expression, but as of late they tend to stay around longer.  When I wake up in the morning I see these circles under my eyes that never were there before.  Is this the beginning of the end?  Is this the start of that thing that everyone calls "middle age"?  I don't know if I want to start referring to myself as that right now, but I know that I can't say that I am young and hip anymore.  Cause let's face it, when the kid at the drive thru window calls you Mam, you are now the mature adult that everyone warned you about.  I am turning into that old lady that sits on her porch and yells at the kids to get off my lawn. 

Heaven Help Me, I am She.