I consider myself young, enjoy being young, and have effectively deluded myself into believing that I will always look and feel as I do now. Truly, a delightful delusion if anyone is looking for one.
Bliss got up and walked out the door when I started looking at pictures of my parents from their honeymoon in Hawaii.
For my readers' convenience, here are some samples.
Exhibit A: My dad
22 years old, tan, skinny, about Isaac's age when we got married.
Exhibit B: My mom
24 years old, tan, skinny, and about the age I was when I got married.
Now, exhibit C: Isaac and me
23 and 25 years old, respectively, attractive (check out Isaac's hot beard), not tan (me), married just over a year
Here is the fatal but infallable logic.
1) My parents were once young.
2) My parents once looked young, too.
3) My parents were once a newly married couple bumming around in Hawaii.
4) My parents got older (but you still look great, Mom and Dad).
1') Isaac and I are young.
2') Isaac and I look young.
3') Isaac and I, newly married, also bummed around in Hawaii.
4') Isaac and I will get older.
The truth hurts.
Stage one of the grief process is denial. So I bought Mary Kay age-reversing cosmetics.
I think I look younger already.