Fountain of Youth

Recently, I have started feeling self-conscious about my age.  Up until a few weeks ago, I really didn't care, but now I find myself hyper-aware of the date on my driver's license.  So, while I made cinnamon rolls at 3:00 this morning, I tried to think of things that make me feel young(ish).  Here is what flows through my own personal fountain of youth:

Kicking kid butt in card & board games.  I am the World Champion at Uno and Sorry!  Some people let their kids win and some beat them gently.  I wholeheartedly whoop up on my kids.  Every time. 

Dancing in the car/grocery store/parking lot.  Much to my girls' dismay, I cannot fight the urge to show my skills when the right song comes along... even if it came along in my head.

Beating Eva in a foot race.  Anyone who has seen Eva in action knows I don't have much longer to make her eat my dust.  Until the day she passes me though, I shall flaunt my awesome speed in her eight year old face!

The way my heart skips when fingers interlace.

No, I may not remember why I walked into this room...but I can recite every single word to any song from the 90's.  And, being able to keep up with DMX takes at least ten years off my age.

Ice cream cones.

Giggling.  Laughing is good.  Giggling is better.

Every single time I see the size on my jeans is several sizes smaller than it was in high school.

Blushing.

Being able to get up after only four hours of sleep and still see straight.  It may not be because I've been out at the club all night, but at least I know I can still function without a midday nap.

Talking to "Baby" Brother.  Nothing keeps you on your toes like carrying on a conversation with a 22 year old who uses words like "playa" and "gotsta".

Margarita night.

So, the next time I'm feeling queasy about my geriatric side, I'm going to fill my cup from this particular fountain.  I may not be Young, Wild & Free anymore... but two out of three isn't bad.