All Grown Up

Yesterday was a very busy day. I still have sore shoulders from hiking books up and down shelves, the curse of owning them. Totally worth it.

This time though, it wasn't for me. It was Mom's Mother's Day present, organizing her bookshelves. Only took 5 hours. And Mom was helping with the fiction. But it's pretty now, so I'll forgive them for being such a pain. And Mom's happy.

But that's not really what I was going to talk about. I was talking about feeling all grown up.

Yesterday morning, amid much giggling, I received my promise ring. I am now officially promised to God until He sees fit to send along some guy to take over for Him. Scary. And every time I look at my finger, I feel grown up. And scared. Who, after all, when it all comes down to it, really, actually, truly wants to grow up?

But here I am being promised and writing a resume and making college plans. Growing up. What is the world coming to? (Or going to?)

Growing up, in general, feels wonderful. But in reality, it sucks.