I’m not sure when it
happened. And to be honest, on some
days, I wonder if it actually has
happened. But then I get a bill , my son
needs fed, or I have to go to work and then I realize that, Yes, I am actually
a grown up human being.
Yet, there are a several good
things about being a grown up. For
instance, last night we were invited over to our friends’ house. They are a lovely couple roughly the same age
as us with two beautiful children. We
try to get together at least once a month, sometimes more. R makes a beautiful meal, or we order Papa
Murphy’s with some strange concoction that he assures us tastes great, and it
usually does.
Then, L makes dessert and coffee,
their littles go to bed, and we watch Survivor (or a movie, if it’s not
on). We giggle like children and the
inane babble, poor gameplay, and random tomfoolery. We guess what’s going to happen next and
armchair quarterback. We make jokes and
laugh so hard that R has to pause the TV.
Several seasons of this tradition and there are still jokes that are
made on a regular basis. Perhaps we
aren’t as grown-up as we think.
We have another couple, just a
few years younger than us, that we get together with, too. It runs about the same. We go over. A makes a delicious meal. We do
laundry. The littles go to bed. Then NGD and M start with the theological
debates or random discussions and before you know it, its 3am, I’m
contemplating the Doctrines of Grace, and Chas is asking if we can go home so
he can go to bed. (I may have forgotten
to mention that M is our pastor now)
Just before Christmas, we got
together with new friends. Well,
somewhat new. NGD and AC had been
friends for a while and I knew his wife, but we’d never really hung out before. She made a great meal and we spent the entire
night (all their littles and Chas were absent) laughing, sharing, and figuring
out the mysteries of the universe. It
was a great night and I really hope that we’re able to do it again soon.
I never thought that I’d be the
type of adult who has other adult friends that you get together with on a
regular basis. My parents never really
had friends when I was growing up. They
worked too much (now that they are retired, they are ALWAYS out with their
friends). Not to mention being in the
military doesn’t exactly lend itself well to that sort of thing.
However, here I am. I have friends. I have community. I have people that I can call if the truck
breaks down or if I need a place to do laundry.
I am an adult and I kind of like it.