getting old

Friday night, as Carl and I enjoyed a wonderful evening out celebrating our 4th anniversary, we realized, we are getting old. As Pat was playing, and we had long stopped drinking (pre-baseball game partying), we realized much to our dismay...we were tired. 12:15 on a Friday night is late and we went home to bed. 4 years ago, 12:15 with no work the next day meant staying out until all hours of the night (like when we were in Key West and stayed out until 4, or when visiting G-burg when college students don't even head out until 10 or 11). Carl and I officially live like old people. The next time I try to convince a student that I am still "young" and can still "go out with the best of them", please remind me that I can't. I enjoy my existence, getting up early in the morning, working out, hanging with the girls, etc, etc. By 8 or 9 pm, I love to be snuggled under my favorite blanket in my red chair reading or catching up on my tv watching. I like spending a quiet (or not so quiet) afternoon or evening at home with some close friends, chatting and drinking wine. I love to spend my afternoons sipping coffee and chatting with Carl or a friend as my toddlers "nap". Finally, most recently, I love the normalcy of the family dinner, the four of us, sitting down and enjoying a meal together. I love being "old"!