Short story. At our annual family reunion two years ago, this old man(he had to be related somewhere along the line because it was a family reunion afterall)who had to be 90 if he was a day, walked up to me and said, "You're Clayton's little girl aren't you"?
I respectfully said, 'yes sir I am'. Now, I'm over 50 and he saw me as a little girl. Boring, I know, but using the word girl, reminded of him, he died less than three months after the reunion.
Im sorry:( But good you got to see him!
and hey we are still girls, no matter how old we get!! I hope anyways, thats what im sticking to! young at heart and all of that!
Your fonts have held up well. You don't look a day over 30.