How old am I?

Some of you reading this may think I'm not that old. I'm 40 and not afraid to say so. I feel good for my age and I'm in some of the best shape of my life. Except for those blasted allergies I'm doing pretty good. But, every once in a while something hits me that makes me realize I'm not 20 anymore. For that I'm thankful. I truly don't want to relive those days. But, this morning Yellow Bird and I woke up before Sascha. Nice thing about homeschooling is not having to get up at the crack of dawn and deal with all the morning rush. You moms know what I mean. The clothes, getting breakfast, hair brush, etc while trying to get out of the door to school on time. Yellow Bird wanted me to play a game with her so we sat on the floor to play Herd Your Horses. She loves horses, hence the name she picked. Well, we played for a while and then I went to stand up. I couldn't. My knees were frozen in place, the indian style place I had been for about 30 minutes. It hurt and my legs were asleep and would not unbend. It was at that moment that I realized I'm not 20 anymore. I look at my Granny and Dad and know that joint discomfort is in my future. I guess I need to start taking better care of them now. And I also learned to play games at the table.

Sophie