Twenty pounds of brown sugar....

Yesterday it was my friend's 40th birthday. I had another friend who celebrated the big number 5 and I realized that I have two close girlfriends both with children. I am old. I am not even thirty and I am old. How did I get here? Yesterday I was riding my bike to the pool. I was arm and arm with Emily and Cory doing "the Monkeys" walk to Graham's house to "hang out" (what ever that means!). I was being called from class to get my dog out of the kindergarten class room. I was the captain of the swim team. I was dreading every night of practicing my violin. I was exhausted from musical rehearsal. I was excited about the next mission trip. I was babysitting every weekend I wasn't going to spend the night with a girlfriend. I was GROUNDED. I was always grounded. No one grounds me any more. Now I pay bills and watch rated 'R' movies. I have a hard time finding two hours to excercise because it is no longer a part of my work curriculum. I go to birthday parties for 40 year olds who don't even want birthday gifts. If I ever stop wanting birthday gifts, just go ahead and end it for me on the spot. There was not even a cake! How did I get here? My girlfriends have three year olds and toddlers. Iris has hair and three new teeth cutting. Reagan is taking ballet and gymnastics and learning her letters. What happened? I was supposed to sixteen forever. Forever. Oh well. . .