growing up.
I have been thinking about that lately.
No idea why. Kinda weird really.
Not something I usually think about.
But mostly thinking about it in the context of missing my college girlfriends and the ridiculous stuff we did.
Like taking "family photos"
Those three ladies were my senior year roomies. We didn't sleep much - but honestly that wasn't a priority.
Like posing with a moose.
Like getting fake tattoos - and then showing them off for all to see.
It has been encouraging to know that I can still do all those crazy things even though I am now a "grown up" worrying about things like saving money and building fences.
I was reading Meg's blog and she talked about her fantastic trip with her grown-up friends (all one's that I look up to) and they took pictures that look like mine.
photo courtesy of Meg @ whatever
We still dress-up like super heroes.
We get real tattoos.
Go on ridiculous scavenger hunts.
And stay up way too late watching movies and telling secrets.
Thank goodness growing up doesn't mean getting boring. It just means I got older. : )