"Tricia, I'm only two years from 40, but in my mind I feel like I'm still in my early twenties. Don't you? Don't you still feel so young?"
No, not really. I am turning 33 this month, and I even had to do the math just now to be sure that's the right number. Surely I must be older.
I have to remind myself how young I am, how much life is in front of me. Some of my closest friends have yet to marry at all. The adventure awaits them.
They are my same age. And I have a whole marriage - a whole decade of every day - finished and buried.
I forget sometimes that I'm only 32. Young is a feeling.
I wonder how much life can happen in 18 months.