My new driver’s license came in the mail! Woohoo, I can… uh, have a not-expired license.

Dane and I looked at my old license and new license side by side today.

“Well, you’re probably wearing a different shirt,” he offered.

Since I wasn’t pregnant the last time, and I’m very pregnant this time: let’s hope so.

Otherwise, the new photo is nearly indistinguishable from the old one. Apparently the increase in grey hairs and fine lines isn’t obvious enough to appear on a one-inch digital photo.

So glad we spent hours on a weekday afternoon figuring that out…