I'm in the middle of finishing up my birthday writing for the year (which I've been working on during my lunch time all week) but that can wait just a little bit longer. I'm a little overwhelmed right now. Okay, whatever, I'm 26. It's not old, but neither is it young. I realized that I was 18 eight years ago. Eight years ago! I can say I've been friends with people for more than a decade (we moved around a lot so other than my family I can't say I have "lifelong" friends). When my friends started getting married, it was okay, normal, still a bit weird and I always thought, "Aren't we too young for this?" That totally disregards the fact that I almost got married at the age of 21 and refuted anyone who said that I was too young to get married. What's in an age? Besides, I'm mature for my age. Ha. That may have been true when I was younger, but now I just get called grandma and I seem like an old person. Well, I'm starting t...