Signs that I'm no longer 12 years old:

The grey hair that Corey found on the top of my head while we were playing mini-golf. Don't laugh, but I actually shed a tear over that. I know it's ridiculous.

The pain in my legs from bouncing on the trampoline with the kids.

The fact that I had to change my pants after jumping on aforementioned trampoline because my bladder just ain't what she used to be. Guess I'll be wearing a pad next time. Gad.

the last trail...the next path