I celebrate our birthdays together each year. We usually go out to a nice restaurant and talk about things like life, work, children, and of course, growing older. No matter how much we don't want to be reminded of it, the subject of aging almost always comes up, and we spend the rest of the evening comparing our latest physical changes and laughing about them as much as possible. Tonight the physical change du jour was droopy eyelids. It seemed to happen to each of us overnight.
Eyelids are sneaky that way.
But when you wake up in the morning and look in the mirror, you notice that the rest of your body is exactly where it was eight hours ago, but your eyelids are now drooping like Deputy Dawg's, and you're just about as excited as he is about it. I suppose we shouldn't be surprised. Our eyelids can't be expected to stay at attention forever. Forty or fifty years is long enough. They're ready for a break.