My husband and I went to a Sister Hazel concert this weekend. We both grew up listening to the band at our respective colleges, Alabama and Auburn.

I am naturally a people watcher and thought I must be younger than the people attending. Slowly, I began to realize I was one of them. When did it happen? I swear 2003 was a year ago…

Conversations drifted in and out throughout the evening about our kids, where we were when we first heard a particular song, and plans to eat breakfast at 8 am. Yep, we officially are no longer the young people. The lead singer quoted from Dazed and Confused – he was getting older, and we were the same age. Naw, bro- we are getting older.

At breakfast, over omelets, pancakes, French toast, diet coke, and coffee- our friend said something similar – “we aren’t older; they are just younger.”

I’ve begun to realize over the years that it’s okay to get older. It’s a blessing really as time here on earth is relatively short in the scheme of things.

And I think it’s good to remember and celebrate all the stages of your life. More importantly, having someone to grow old with that still sees you as that 23 girl you were when you first met ain’t half bad either.