We're getting old. Real old.

Lately, it seems as though I can not check my Facebook page without seeing a new engagement, new job announcement, new positive pregnancy test, new house purchase, and so on and so forth. Don't get me wrong, I LOVE that! I love seeing my friends (or Facebook acquaintances) moving into new and very exciting times in their lives, but it also makes me feel old. I know what you're thinking, "Stephanie, you're already married, how are you just realizing that we are getting older?" And my answer, I don't really know.

I love that we are growing up and moving on to the next part of our lives. I remember making ridiculous movies like "Night Prawlers" and "The Real World" and being goofy as can be with a certain girl who is now a real-life nurse in Austin. I remember talking about boys until the wee hours of the morning and dancing on the football field with a girl who is now getting married and moving to Asia. How cool is that? I love growing up. But I also love remembering. I love to remember the time spent up to this point. I could go on and on with inside jokes from high school (right, Ebirt??) I think it is so easy to anticipate the future to the point of forgetting the present and the past. I am as guilty of this as the next person but am trying hard to be thankful for where I am and where I've been.