I’ve shared with you about how I used to fear being an adult, right? I’d hear grown-ups discuss pot and pan preferences and cringe at the thought that my conversations would ever be so dull. I feared adult-style weekends, too. You know, the ones where you brag about how hard you worked in the yard and how nice your grass is going to be with the new seed?
Then the lame-o adults would discuss the new recipes they tried out. Seriously, cooking was the highlight of your weekend? LAME.
Then, of course, the grown-ups would have to brag about their kids, like how cute they were in the wagon or new milestones they reached. Gosh, were kids their entire life?
Well, now I’m here. I get it. Gosh I’m proud of what David has done to our yard! And have you made my sweet potato chili yet? Because it’s incredible. Oh, and did you hear that Hailey took her first steps this weekend?! Wobbly, yes, but steps.
My name is Brittany. And I’m a grown up.
And you know what? It’s not so bad. It’s kind of awesome, actually. I might not be able to dance on the bar until 3am (…not that I ever did that ), but I get to go places like Lazy 5 Ranch with my family and freak out with excitement that I pet a baby giraffe’s nose.
I get to watch Hailey soak in the world around her with wide eyes.
I get to act like a kid and convince people that it’s for Hailey’s sake and not because I still have the drive in me to be king of the castle!
I get to PLAY.
I get to watch the guy I used to order late night Papa Johns with become a dad. A great dad.
Heck, I even get to chat it up with other old fogies, like myself.
So, high school me, who feared the days I’d be a suburbanite- no worries. You have no idea how much you’re going to love this life. Heck, you’ll have no curfew!
…but you’ll still be in bed by 10 anyway
Happy fall, y’all!