Card me, please!

I’m turning 26 today. My parents still think I’m a teenager. My teenage sister thinks I’m ancient. And my 9-year-old brother has no idea Barney ever existed. I feel — old. When I’m 40, I’ll likely tell my 26-year-old self that I was insane to think I’m old. And maybe old is pushing it. My husband said I looked “younger today.” God bless him. Regardless, I’m officially closer to 30…. Read more