Today is the first day I’ve ever felt “middle-aged.”
My daughter is changing her name tomorrow. Laura James will become Laura Bergdoll. I’m so happy for her and for Jon, but there’s a bittersweet feel to this wedding. I realized that I’m now the mother of the bride. Wasn’t it just yesterday when I was the bride?
I’m sitting here blogging while I’m watching VH-1 Classics. Eric Clapton. Tina Turner. Madonna. Heart. Damn, I’m old. I’m trying to channel all this melancholy into Turning Thirty-Twelve. Finishing this book is my first priority after the wedding is over.
So, I’m off to a rehearsal dinner, a wedding, and a reception. Wish me luck.