This weekend, I had a wonderful time at a friend's wedding, and I felt very nostalgic and very much like a 33-year-old grown up person.
I met Alice when I was 22 and starting my first post-college job at a small newspaper. We were both reporters. We were both so young, and we had a lot of fun together in that small town. The two of us and two fellow reporters, Diane and Mary, made small-town living big.
Now, Alice is married. I am pregnant. Mary is a mom, and Diane, who was older than us and already a mom, has a daughter who just graduated college. Only one of us works in journalism anymore and none of us live in that small town. But you know what? We still know how to have fun!
The proof? Alice's fun wedding! We don't see each other very much these days, but I still love that girl! (Woman. Adult woman. In her 30s. That's what this whole post is about. Right. I still love that woman!)