I had a little shock of reality last night. We went to some friends house for dinner. They have two little girls only months apart in age from our little girls. Our friends Justin and Rebecca (who live in our building) were also there with their daughter Addi who is two months older than Berlin. There were five little girls running around the house ranging in age from 18 months to 3 years old. They actually all got along famously and played really well together. At one point during the evening four of the five of them were decked out in princess attire - just about the cutest thing ever. I managed to get this one picture with my iPhone just before it died, but you can at least get the gist of things.
Aren't they all adorable?
The kick of reality came when I was sitting at the dinner table and was struck with the thought, "Shoot! I am a grownup!" We were having a deep discussion about being pro-life and pro-war and how one person can believe in both of those things at the same time. Then I realized that my parents used to sit around with their grownup friends and have very similar discussions. And it was always so boring! And they were always so grownup and I never really understood most of what they were talking about. And couldn't understand why in the world they would want to sit around and talk about things like that. And I realized, shoot, I am part of The Grownups now.