In the game of life

In the game of life, you are born. If you are like me, you are the first born in a family of three girls. You are the center of the universe. Until your sister Colleen is born. Then you move to the back burner. Until your sister Rachel is born. Then you decide it's time to be independent.

Life happens. You go to school. You take tests. You get grades. You graduate from high school. When was that again? Oh yeah more than 10 years ago. I can barely remember it.

Life happens. You go to college. You study. You party. You do an internship or two. You take tests. You get grades. You meet a boy. You fall in love. Your heart is broken. You swear off men. You meet a nice guy. You fall in love again. But this time it's better. It's true love this time. You graduate from college the same year your sister Colleen graduates from high school. When was that? I can barely remember.

Life happens. You get your first apartment. You buy your first car. You get your first job. Not necessarily in that order. You get a diamond. You move. You get married. You get a new job.

Life happens. You return home for your baby sister's graduation from high school. That's when I found my first gray hair. Colleen graduated with her undergraduate degree. Rachel graduated from high school. I didn't need the gray hair for the proof. I was old. Until this year.

Life happens. You fly from Okinawa to watch your baby sister graduate with her undergraduate degree. You look at the professors and think man, those people look young. She explains you're old. Some of her professors are 26 or 27 years old. Where were those professors when you went to college?

You watch your sister Colleen put on a hood and take the title of pharmacist. And with that one ceremony it's official: you are now old. Your younger sister is smarter than you and your baby sister is on track to be smarter than you.

Ah, life. Got to love it.