Forever Young

So we're riding in the car the other day and had a conversation that went something like this:

One of the kids (can't remember which): "Mom, did you play basketball when you were younger?"

Me: "Yes, I did. That's why I can beat Cole when we play" (though that's not usually the case - he usually beats me because I am too scared to play very hard against him. The last time I tried to really get a rebound, he cut in front of me and under my feet, knocking me over so that I fell on the ground and skinned my hands up, just like when I was a kid!)

Cole: " I know that you played basketball because I saw a picture"

I reminded him that he had brought that picture of me in my basketball uniform (9th grade) back from Nana and Papa's house. I had curly hair, was two sizes smaller (size 0 at the time!), and definitely looking much younger.

Cole says "Yeah, you look the same Mom. Just like when you were in that picture. Same hair and skin and everything."

That was probably 16 years ago...while it's definitely not true that I look exactly the same, he did make my day! :-)