We were sitting on my friend’s playroom floor picking up toys while our boys played together; her second son, my last, when I noticed the briefest of pauses. She said “You’re 44?” And like a jolt it occurred to me that a twelve year age difference could be a big deal.
With her, I knew it wasn’t. She said (in a way that made me feel like an icon) “I hope I look like you when I’m 44.” So what if I felt a little older. My outer shell was creeping past my inner self.