Gracefully Aging

As my 40th birthday approached, my husband, who is a year younger, was doing his best to rub it in that I was aging.

Trying to figure out what all the teasing was about, our young daughter asked me, “How old is Daddy?”

“Thirty-nine,” I told her.

“And how old will you be?”

“Forty,” I said sadly.

“But, Mommy,” she exclaimed, “you’re winning!”

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