At Any Age Oh how true, even at 41 years old.

I’m 27 years old, and it still feels a little strange being on the adult side of the Christmas dance. It’s like being the woman sawed in half instead of watching the magician from a front row seat. The magic is still there, but I’m viewing it from a completely different angle.

And yes, I get it. Both sides. Being the adult, and watching the scene at Christmas unfold in front of me. The nieces were what is important as the presents slowly came from beneath the tree, still reeling from watching "It's A Wonderful Life" from the night before. Of course, as they get older they ask things like "Tick, how much did this cost?" *sigh* But it was still great. Better than great actually to just see their beautiful faces as they opened their gifts, their eyes sparkling, their mother smiling sweetly and we realized that there are special times such as these.  ¶ 12/26/2006 04:02:00 PM