It didn't take long to figure out that I was the oldest one in the room. I flew to Montreat, a national conference center of the Presbyterian Church (U.S.A.) to help plan a series of youth conferences that will occur this summer. This week I was the oldest one on the team. What a weird moment.
I was perfectly fine with the fact, and abundantly happy that I am the age I am. However, the one down fall is that while eating a very good dinner I had an incident. I bit down on a crouton, a very brown and toasty, crunchy delicious crouton....I broke my back molar tooth. Oh my gosh. How stupid can that be. There I sat wondering what hard thing I had just bitten down on. It was a piece of my own tooth! I swallowed it, only realizing later that I just ate my TOOTH!
Thankfully, no pain. I'll seek out a dentist this week.