When I Grow Up

I want to still be the girl I was when I was 18.
Wiser.
But otherwise the same.

In just about a month from now I will be turning 48.  I wonder how that happened, but there you are - it has.  48 going on 18.

This week I had a friend visit (let's call him Doug) that I hadn't seen since I was 18.
Really. 
It felt like the 30 years between was a mere blip.  A time-warp.
Only the kitchen table has changed.
And the names -  to protect the innocent.

30 years
2 children
2 husbands
countless moves
many jobs
more wrinkles
a few more pounds
many sorrows
many more joys
30 years of  memories (at least the ones I remember)

But essentially still the same person I was when I was 18.