The Epiphany

Over the last few years, my dad and I have had a recurring conversation about a question I frequently ask-- when will I officially feel like a grown up? I got married, I finished school, I have a big girl job, I've moved away to a new state, and I am now a homeowner.  Yet somehow I've continued to feel like a kid playing house. I mean, I do all the grown-up things that aren't fun--work 40 hrs/week, pay taxes, have an appointment to set up a termite contract, and I even use words like "escrow." So what gives?  My dad said it would be a smooth, subtle transition.  He said I wouldn't even realize it, and then I would look back a few years and a couple of kiddos down the road and wonder when I became this adult person.  Well, Dad, you are right about a lot of things, but not this time... My transition felt anything but subtle...

I'm an adult, and it hit me like a ton of bricks with one statement--"Man, we really needed this rain."

I uttered those words this weekend, and in that instant I felt like I morphed from a bouncing twenty-something to a card-carrying AARP member.  Me? Worried about my lawn? Who is this person?

Apparently I now appreciate rain for landscaping purposes.  And in case that is not enough, we even purchased a sprinkler. 

We got it all set up in just the right spot so it would reach all the corners of the yard.  Five minutes of sprinkling later, this happened....

And ya know what, we really needed that rain.

So now here we are...rain lovin', sprinkler-buyin', lawn-waterin' grown-ups. I hope you still recognize us.