It is official — we are of that age, the age where people start taking their careers seriously, start thinking about buying homes and start getting engaged! A close friend (who shall remain un-named so that I don’t unintentionally steal her thunder) just called to tell me her big news. Well, first she said she had some good news, and after some hesitation I figured, “Ellen was just talking about your blog on her show!” was a bit of a long shot so I said the next thing that pops into my head whenever someone asks me to guess something.
We Are of Age
“You’re getting married?” I asked.
“Yes!” she said.
I was just about to say the second thing that always pops into my head (“You’re pregnant!”) when I digested what she said. Immediately there were chills and goosebumps, the good kind, even better than the R.L. Stine kind.
She is the first close friend of mine to be endowed with a left ring finger bauble, and I couldn’t be happier for her. But what a novel feeling it is to realize that everyone is seriously growing up, these same people who I used to stay up late in college with, eating pie and watching marathon episodes of The Gilmore Girls.
Congratulations, my dear!
Last modified: January 10, 2019