Do you ever have those moments where you think; When did I grow up? I'm 26, I'm married, I'm a teacher, I own a house, I'm an adult, I know. But sometimes I just forget and then it hits me-oh yeah, I'm a grown up.
My good friend Kate just left my house. She's a friend from AK-we go back about 14 years- and she's deploying to Iraq this month. Sad isn't quite what I'm feeling but more worried. She says not to be, but she's supposed to say that.