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I guess what I'm trying to say is that I'm a grown up or something now.. I go to Relief Society, and I enjoy it. I date guys who have been back from their missions for a while. My friends are married and starting families of their own.
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My little sisters are almost all grown up too.
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The family dinner table is filled with adults. I mean, we still act like 10 year olds for the majority of the time but in reality there is no kid's table anymore. Weeeeeird.
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... And I still have a looooooot to learn. The real question though, is whether or not I'll be able to keep up with the cake habit of my youth.
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My Christmas list is shorter, I clean up my own messes, I work as much or more than I play, and I love hanging out with my family. I eat fruits and vegetables without being forced, I love all 3 hours of church, I love going to the Temple, and graduating from school actually costs big money. That and the caps aren't made of paper.
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Oh how the times have changed. But life is just pretty much awesome when you think about it. I'm a grown up. But I'm new at being a grown up. You could say I'm a baby grown up.
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... And I still have a looooooot to learn. The real question though, is whether or not I'll be able to keep up with the cake habit of my youth.
I love you! YOu guys are so dang cute!
ReplyDeleteMaren :)
merry Christmas