I turned 18 23 yesterday… I cannot believe it.

The day wasn’t anything special. Just a typical Tuesday. I worked. Pearson and I went to FUEL (dinner and bible study on Tuesdays with the Buckeyes for Christ).

The only difference was I got a couple gifts and cards in the mail and in my email. Pearson gave me a Johnny Cash album on vinyl to play on the turn table I got for Christmas! The funny thing is, my parents also gave me a couple vinyl records and one was the same Johnny Cash record Person gave me. (I like Johnny Cash if you couldn’t tell).

A lot of people told me “Happy Birthday”.

I can’t help but wonder how Gandalf would reply to that phrase…. “What do you mean? Do you wish me a happy birthday, or mean that it is a happy birthday whether I want it or not; or that you feel happy on my birthday; or that it is a birthday to be happy on?” Ok sorry, I am kinda on a Lord of the Rings kick right now. Or rather a Hobbit kick.

I digress.

23. It is not a significant number or age. I am not entering my 20’s for the first time. I am not just now officially an adult. A cannot legally do anything now that I am 23 that I couldn’t do at 22, but for some reason, 23 just sounds so old. I don’t really mean I think 23 is old. I just mean I cannot believe that I am 23. I cannot be 23!

…..What’s even weirder…? My brother will be 15 20 next month! What?! He isn’t a teenager anymore? That is not only shocking, but also kinda sad. My wittle bwover is growing up. Sigh. I talked to him on the phone last night for 1 hour 14 minutes and 40 seconds. I miss him!