Sad News...

I knew this day was coming. If I was honest with myself, I would have known how much I was dreading it. But, it's time to announce to the world...
Sarah is now taller than me. Yep, a twelve year old has surpassed my height. **Sigh**

I don't know why I'm so sadden by this. I mean, look at her parents...they're both way taller than me. But it just makes me feel short. Which I know I am, but I sometimes pretend that I'm not.

But, in the interest of not dwelling on my short stature, here are some good things about Sarah being taller than me, ie: my shortness.

1) I now have another person that I can ask to reach high things for me. That's always nice.

There's this girl in our ward who is about 5'11" and barely 14. At camp last year, I called her over and she said, "What would you like me to reach." Well trained.

2) No more wondering when it was going to happen. I now know. In Utah. She was shorter than me when they left and taller when they got back. Seriously.

3) The B**** family now has a new gauge. You see, when you're taller than me, you can use a big cup. Not sure how I feel about this.

4) I don't have to worry about flood pants.

5) My kitchen is set up for a short person. All the stuff that I use every day is low down, and all the things that are used sometimes are higher up. I don't know if you've ever been in a tall person's house but their things are high up.

6) Ok, now I'm just grasping at straws so I don't know what else to say.

7) Oh, yeah, when I fall down - and notice I did say when - it's not as far to the ground.

So...Sarah is taller than me. So what! I'll always be older.

Wait...that's not better.

:)