It’s strange how it hits you – tonight I was taking the milk out of the refrigerator to add the “day 5” ingredients to my bag of friendship bread, and it hit me – not for the first time – that I am a real adult. And that seems strange. Sometimes it doesn’t seem like that could possibly be true – and yet here I am. I bake bread. I throw away the old milk carton and open the new one that I bought at the store last week, spending the appropriate money allocated in my grocery budget (well, if truth be told, a bit more than was allocated for my grocery budget). I plan meals. I have a husband – who is preaching at our church tomorrow! In fact, we even have a baby – who is currently teething, poor little girl. I make choices about parenting philosophies and sleep and food and diapers and all kinds of baby stuff. We rent a home (which we’re in the midst of child-proofing for our increasingly mobile daughter) and own cars and have insurance and all those adult things. We even offer counsel to others at times. Apparently this is for real – and yet sometimes it still doesn’t quite seem possible that this could be my life; but by the grace of God, somehow it is!