So, I was just thinking today about how time changes things. I think it started when my mom opened her wallet in the grocery store, and out fell the little plastic holder with the pictures of me growing up in them (everything from my baby picture, to my last Karate portrait), and my dad picks it up to hand to her, and goes all sarcastically "Who IS that chubby little kid?"... And okay, I was a little chubby cheeked when I was little, and my cheeks are still a little chipmunky (wooo new word!), but I still managed to snap at my dad with a "Haha, isn't that hysterical?" and a hug.
But I was thinking about all the changes that go along with growing up. All the moves my family has made, and the friends that I've made, and the ones who I've lost. The people I know who have died, and the ones who have been born, and I've gotten to watch as they grow up.
Sorry, being sentimental, but I was thinking about my future a lot... I got more complements on my dancing today...
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