"I may not be the biggest or the brightest in the sky"

Today Lindsay and Chace celebrated their 9th anniversary.  

In conversation she reminded me that she got married at 21, which makes her 30.  ..Which makes me 27.   ...I usually can't remember exactly how old I am...

Now I'm not so foolish to think we're old.  30 and 27 is not old.  But sometimes I realize where we are in life and it shocks me a little bit.

Lindsay has been married nearly a decade now.  Me, half a decade.

We have a toddler and two babies between us who basically depend on us for their very existence. 

I know this isn't really that big a deal.  Please understand, I know some of you have many... many... MANY... (too many's..?) years on us and you know being married just 5 years is nothing really.  But in my mind -for the most part- I have to remind myself that I'm not still an awkward 14 year old.  

In my mind, we're still in highschool and I'm jealous of Lindsay because she's getting ready to gain her freedom from the prison sentence that is Calvary Day School (I did. I said it.) while I still have 3 years of misery to go.

That was yesterday.  And now today, I'm standing in the parking lot of a hardware store changing what is essentially the biggest explosion of poop ever to come from a human weighing only 16 pounds and having to walk in to get paint supplies hoping the nice man isn't looking at me funny because I have poop smeared on my face... er something.
But I digress..

And I keep wondering... How did I get here so quickly?

Yesterday I was graduating.   Today I'm changing a stinky diaper.  Tomorrow I'll be pooping my own pants while teaching her to drive.  And then the next, she has her own children with her own poop stories.

"What are our lives except a vapor that appears for a little while and vanishes and passes away?"





So Lindsay and Chace - Happy day ....and thanks for having an anniversary that makes me get all thoughtful and melodramatic about life.

FALSE. I do not appreciate it.