The other night, we were watching a Little House on the Prairie DVD from the library. It was a Christmas episode, and the final scene showed the exchanging of gifts by the Ingalls family. Due to some secrets, Laura sold her horse to buy a stove for Ma, but Pa made a saddle for Laura to use on her horse. Very Gift of the Magi-ish. Laura is sad that her horse was sold (to Nellie Olsen, of all people), but more sad that Pa made a saddle that now cannot be used.
Why am I telling you this?
Because it says something about me. I am crying while watching this. Not just a few tears trickling down, but actually weeping. Michael Landon, why did you insist upon making such tear-jerkers?!?
While we're on the subject of the Ingalls family, a friend from high school recently commented on a picture of me on Facebook. She said that I hadn't aged at all since high school. This made me laugh out loud. I told her that I have aged quite a bit since then. Every time I take my hair out of a ponytail and it falls down around my face, I am reminded of Ma Ingalls taking her bun down at night (and preparing to brush her hair the requisite 100 strokes). As I do the same, while looking in the mirror, all I can think is that I am OLD. Just like Ma.