Back in the spring, I went on a fabulous tropical vacation. Many days of fun in the sun! And yet, that picture you see above? Me. “Enjoying the sun” while wearing a long-sleeve shirt, hat, sunglasses, and probably a gallon of sunscreen. Ok, maybe half a gallon. You get the idea.
On the other hand, my young daughters scurry about all day long without a care in the world. No sun shirt and sunscreen only when I force them to sit still long enough.
Somewhere between us, the teens and twenty-somethings, lazily relax by the pool, not only avoiding the sunscreen but using baby baby oil and other tan-enhancers. I tried to be one of them once. I found out pretty quickly that I just turn into a lobster.
So why the change from my young daughters to me?
