When did we get so old?

I had a great weekend spent in the company of J-Whit enjoying good conversation and the incredible talent of one Beth Staton. It made me miss some things that used to be every day occurrences during an entirely different time in my life. And, more importantly, the people that used to be a part of that time.

I had a phone conversation with my older brother tonight who jokingly commented, "when did we get so old?" And I laughed because really- when did that happen? 

It wasn't that long ago that I was sitting around tables with Beth, J-Whit and a score of so many other incredible women in the School of Religion talking about issues of women in our department and in the Church. Wasn't so long ago that I was checking curfew for a slew of college females, leading small groups and filling the ice cooler for check-in. And it wasn't that long ago that I met weekly with a group of friends as we discussed a variety of topics within the context of community. Then in a flash of conversations and experiences I became this 26 year old working an 8 to 5 calling my best friends in Philadelphia and renting a car to drive to Atlanta. Sandwiched in between these two worlds exists very beautiful and very broken things. So many lessons, so many struggles overcome, things lost and then found again. 

So the answer to the question, "When did we get so old?" can only be answered by telling stories, remembering with old friends and knowing that there is so much more to come. And in another 10 years I hope I get to look back and be as happy as I am looking back today.