it's a deal, my dearest friend

My dear friend Megan ask me to make a deal with her. To find out what it is, click here and read.

Last night, Chris and I were laying on the couch together for the first time in months (maybe even since last Christmas break, no kidding). I asked him if he thought of me as a grown-up since I am finished with school for a while (and officially a housewife for a while) and he said not really. I guess in our minds we are just two goofy teenagers that fell in love. (Is that too corny to say out loud? Nah.) Anyway, I told Chris that we can attain many degrees, have a lot of kids, and maybe even grandkids, and still probably won't feel like grown-ups. I mean, there are things that we deal with that are different than they used to be, like my mom having cancer, we have a mortgage, fewer (but better quality) friends, and of course we're married. But tell me, when do you become a grown-up? Beaner (from the Beaner and Ken radio show a long time ago) said , "You know your an adult when you have to clean the gunk of of the kitchen sink drain." I guess that does add a few years to one's maturity level, but I still don't know if that makes someone a "responsible adult." I was talking to my friend Beth earlier this week, and we had a conversation about how it seems like we should still be in 7th grade...

Maybe becoming a grown-up means that you realize how fast life occurs, but you still hold on to that child-like perspective. So yes, dear Megan, I accept your deal, let's never completely grow up, and remember to pause every now and then to enjoy the journey. We both are beginning to experience how fast life really happens.