It's tough to realize that, without my permission, I've gotten older.

I suppose I've been pampered a bit because in my adult life, I've always looked a little younger than my real age, and my interests have always skewed a little younger than I am.

But as I was applying my glittery blue eye shadow over the weekend, I noticed that my crow's feet have grown slightly more pronounced, and the bags under my eyes are more textured.

My dad always used to say that growing old was better than the alternative, and I'm not necessarily upset about having the additional time for all the extra life experiences.

I just wonder when age crept up on me. Specifically, when it crept onto my face.