When Did We Grow Up?

I have found there are certain instances in my life when my age suddenly becomes a reality.  On these days it is almost a shocking realization that no, I am not in fact still 15.  The moments are rare, as most days I do feel like a 10 year old simply playing dress-up.  And, if I am really honest you can scratch the dress-up part- I just feel 10...since most days I hang out in my workout pants.  Yesterday, though, I had a moment, when it hit me- I am an adult.  The cause of this grip with reality was the sight in my husband's truck as he drove up from work...

Yep, that's right... it's a Barbie House...that interestingly enough my new very non-Barbie post-baby-body can fit in.  (that's one point for the Barbie House)  I never actually had a Barbie House, but my sister did and well it was slightly smaller than this.  It was built for Barbie and the occasional weekend visit from Skipper...I guess Barbie has grown a bit since the '90's.  

The Barbie House has been floating around among Eanes' family and friends for quite some time, enduring the years of little girl ownership with quality and grace.  As each little girl outgrew the house, it would find it's home with the next one... and now... it is ours.  I suppose I should say... it is Mia's.  This big, huge Barbie house is for my baby girl.  The newborn I am still convinced I have.  The newborn who will turn 7 months old tomorrow.  

When I saw that house, I imagined my baby playing in it.  Walking, talking, babbling about, and it was then I stopped myself and realized I was imagining a little girl... not a baby at all.  And that was the moment when I realized I actually am an adult.  An adult, who is so looking forward to the day when she can play in the Barbie House with her baby.