I'm "that lady"

Youth is so fleeting.
One minute, you are 15 and you know it all.
The next, you are 19 and you realize you didn't know it all when you were 15, but you do now.
Then you are 21 and you can buy an alcoholic beverage AND go to war - so now you REALLY know everything.
Then, you are 35 and you realize you didn't know it all then, nor do you now, and you might never.

And you realize that you are the old lady everyone turned and stared at. 
Oh.
My.
I need a Diet Coke.

I went on a lovely adventure this weekend with my friendly.  She is cursed with 4 beautiful children and loving, miserly husband whom I love dearly. 
It's official.  I (we) are old....er than were were a few years ago. 

I delight in things like other than booze and sex now.  I still like, nay, LOVE those things.  But there is more to my sphere of understanding now.  I like my family.  I like food.  I like making things.  I like walking around and marveling at the wonders of the world. 

I do NOT like young viral 21 yr old boys humping me (though I once did).
I do NOT like hangovers (though I once didn't mind them).
I do NOT like smelly people (though I once didn't mind these either).

I do like wine and beer, occasionally in copious amounts.
I do like laughing and relaxing over a leisurely dinner.
I like knowing that I have a home to go back to and a family to hug.

Aging isn't awful. 
Would I ever want to go back and be 21 again - heck yes!  I want a care-free life absent of real responsibility.  I want my firm boobies back.  I want my tight thighs and cellulite free buns back.  But these things are like this b/c I have sacrificed myself to give life to others, to support and nurture them.  I guess I can be OK with that. 
I'm not gonna lie though.  When it comes to the time when you are "that lady", it's like a little part of you dies. 

Hopefully just the smelly, hungover part though.