Getting Old

About a month ago my back was hurting. I mentioned this to Judah, and he, predictably, asked, “Why?” I replied that I guessed it was because I was getting old. He asked, “Is that because of the baby?” Not really. During the next week we were at my mom’s house, and while we were watching TV, Judah asked my mom, kind of out of the blue, “why did GG (my grandmother Mildred) die?” Mom said, “Well, because she was old.” Judah’s head whipped around toward me so fast, it’s amazing he didn’t get whiplash! He said, with very real concern, “But mommy’s getting old!!” Then he started remonstrating with me that “the boys” didn’t want mommy to die, becaues they loved me. It was pretty sweet.