I went to a friend’s wedding reception last night, and his whole family was there, right out of my childhood. We grew up together in Sarasota, Florida, and while he’s getting married in his 30’s, both of his sisters got married just before or right around age 20.
His oldest sister dropped a real bomb on me. She and I were classmates, we hung out together, and she’s only about a year older than I am.
She’s a grandmother now.
I’m 39, and one of my best friends from high-school is a GRANDMOTHER.
And now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go turn up the music too loud, and not wear any sunscreen.