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In the past couple of days, I’ve had reason to consider that I’ve suddenly been thrust into adulthood.

For example, Monday marked the one-year anniversary of Rick and Jessica’s wedding. That day also marked seven [!] years since I’d graduated from MSMS, where I’d first met Rick.

Before I went to lunch with the Kings yesterday, I got a call from my closest friend from college, PJ. He and I talked about many things, including his wife’s pregnancy and another mutual friend becoming a father sometime this week. We also talked about PJ’s little sister, who is now 21 [!].

“Every time I see that AVO Wedding commercial on local TV, PJ, I say to myself, ‘Wow, that wedding was a long time ago.’ ”

“It’ll be three years this year.”

Mom and Dad will have been married 35 years on Sunday.

My brother is getting married next May.

I’ve been working here at TBE full-time for two years, and counting my co-op time, it’ll be five years in August.

The next birthday puts me closer to 30 than 20, closer to 50 than birth.

I’ve been going through life oblivious to much of this. Well, oblivious really isn’t the right word—I have been cognizant of all the changes, but I’d never really stopped back and put a frame around it all.

So last night, I did something uncharacteristic for me—I called people. I picked up the phone and called friends who’ve just moved, friends whose husbands are out of town, family who needed to hear my voice on the phone.

I guess the ever quickening march of time has me realizing that I have to keep a hold of whatever I have.

Addendum: Jeff Holland wrote a similar reverie this morning, and he alluded to Andrew Osenga’s “I Miss Those Days” from Souvenirs and Postcards. I thought that was worth noting.