Twenty-Four

I am a wife. I am a mother. I am a teacher.

I subscribe to the local newspaper—for coupons.

I write the check for rent, gas, electric, and internet.

You would think I have felt like an adult for some time now.

But something about turning twenty-four feels very. . . adult. I am now solidly in my mid-twenties. I expect that the great mass of knowledge and wisdom that adults are supposed to hold will hit me any minute.

While I wait, I will go out with Joey to a surprise dinner and celebrate my birthday with cupcakes from The Sweet Tooth Fairy.