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Comments by: YACCS
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Monday, November 12, 2001
Well... aren't you sweet.... will you be my friend forever?? Telling me that I'm not exactly looking older? *S* I guess we have aged well!! ... but a thought comes to mind too, something someone said during a nightshift in the past year, once when I was down on my marriage and thought I'd be better off leaving and perhaps ending up with someone other than hubby (Greatone). This one nurse I work with had suggested that he would always see me as the 20something gal he fell in love with and I'd not be seen through the eyes of a new man in the same light, he'd always see me as the 30something woman I am today.... (oh there was a heck of a lot more to that conversation) but the point I am making today is that perhaps that is true and you and I having known eachother for many years see eachother somewhat as the person we met at an earlier stage in life? I don't know that I believe it, but I thought it a point of view worth mentioning. It had been a while since we had seen eachother prior to the visit this summer, but I do see other people daily in our age range, and there is a vastly different way of peoples aging showing and you really have done well, no lie. ( You know some you see, dry skin and wrinkles... LOL... well... holding off so far!!) Ciao now... and off I go to work!
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