Today is my 15th wedding anniversary. (Happy anniversary, Baby!) How is this possible? I’m 38 years old, but what actually makes me feel “old” is the fact that I’ve been married for 15 years. It’s not a bad thing at all. I just feel different. You guys, I think maybe I officially became an adult today. Whoa.
When I was younger, I looked up to people my age thinking they had all the answers. When my parents celebrated their 15-year anniversary, I thought they were “so old.” I wonder if they felt the same way I do now. The older I get, I look at my parents and realize how young they still are. Some of my closest friends are their age or older, and our age differences don’t even register. They are simply my peers.
If you’ve read any of my other posts, I think you’ll agree I’ve been functioning pretty well as an adult for a number of years, but I still feel like a kid in so many ways. Life still confuses me. I still run to my mommy for advice on a regular basis. Let’s face it, I don’t know how to parent. My spiritual beliefs are still evolving. I still haven’t mastered basic algebra. I don’t know how to change a tire. And it was only recently I started to understand how the US government works. (OK, I cheated on this one. We all learned together that the US government simply doesn’t work at all.)
Today I will celebrate my husband of 15 years. I will also celebrate my future as a full-fledged adult (woot woot!) and look forward to all the things I will learn because, clearly, this gig has a lot to offer.
“Life is a journey not a destination” ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson