In which I am reminded that 30 is indeed kinda old

I was shaving this morning and remarked that I was going to have to trim my sideburns soon, because they were starting to curl.

That reminded Rachel of a man in our first post-marriage church who would grow a beard every winter from Thanksgiving until Spring. He had very manly folicles and got quite shaggy at the end.

Which reminded me that his daughter used to be in our Sunday School class, which was full of 11 and 12 year olds.

Which means that some of them are probably graduating from high school this year and starting college in the Fall. And now I'm 30, and 30 is kinda old.