And you may ask yourself-well...how did I get here?

And you may find yourself living in a shotgun shack

And you may find yourself in another part of the world

And you may find yourself behind the wheel of a large automobile

And you may find yourself in a beautiful house, with a beautiful Wife

And you may ask yourself-well...how did I get here?
- Once in a Lifetime by the Talking Heads

Last Thursday evening Mike and I went to our first “Back to School” night at Dylan’s school. As we drove down our driveway I looked over at my husband and felt as though I had just awakened from a dream. I was looking at a man who owns his own business and a home, has two beautiful girls and has been married for nearly eight years. Who in the hell was he? And where was I?

I remembered Mike as a 20 year old surfer-rocker with an Axl Rose hair-do. I was transported back to our early years as college sweethearts, when we drank too much and slept too little. And now we are in charge of two little girls. We are supposed to be responsible parents and we were on our way to the school to prove it. I felt so weird, like I’d slept through the last five years of my life.

When did we become the adults?