night at "the brar."
The fact that we are no longer 19 hasn't just hit me, but the fact that we are middle aged hit me hard today. I was walking into our first day of music class. Jim's mom had just pulled up to pick up Owen. At the same time, I ran into an old resident friend of Jim's, whom he recently recruited to their clinic. I introduced them and she began to gush over Jim and how excited she was to have him as her boss. Boss? Did she say, "boss?" How can my dorky husband somehow have grown into somebody's boss? How did this creep up on us? What happened to the days where we slept until noon? Oh wait, that was yesterday.
I hate my birthday, so when Jim's rolls around, I just automatically start calling myself that age. So consider me 35, too. I can't speak for Jim on this, but I have truly enjoyed my 30's thus far. Might have something to do with my current career choice, or lack thereof. Anyway, I'm glad I don't have to hike up that blanged hill anymore. I'd rather drive up it in my mini van!