Sheryl came over today, and she has OLD pictures in her wallet. What a hoot. I scanned these so you guys could see that I didn't always look weary and beaten. (Don't even try to argue with me, I can see how time and life have changed me physically, ok?!)
These are my senior pictures. They were taken the summer before my senior year, the summer of 1988. Eighteen years ago. Pre-motherhood. They're the only pictures I've ever had professionally done that I don't hate.
So this sent me on a goosechase for older pictures of myself. You know, to see just when it happened, if there was a magic moment when my age began to show. I can't find it, but here's another picture:
This is a picture of me in the summer of 2000, only 6 years ago. A few months before I got pregnant with Alexis. Man was I toasted, and obviously feeling a bit uninhibited.
I have a lot more old pics but they're hosted on geocities, and my browsing through the files seems to have overloaded my bandwidth limit over there. I'll do some more tomorrow... I might even embarrass myself ;) I've found some doozies. Long hair, short hair, on my head, sunburnt, afro'ed... whew. But I still look so young in all of them. But the crazy thing is, I could count on one hand the pictures I can find of myself since 2001. There just aren't any. I guess that magic moment of aging happened after that summer...