Three Years

It was three years ago, following a stressful week of last minute preparations, that Jennifer and I tied the knot. I guess I really don't have a very good sense of passage of time -- it feels like we've married forever. But I still sometimes startle when I hear myself refering to her as "my wife". I guess I just think of her as "my Jennifer".

I have the same issue with Magda, who's turning one next Sunday. Whenever I see other people with small kids, I try to imagine what she's going to be like at that age. And I find it strange that when someone seems me with her they think of us as "father with daughter".

I dunno -- somehow I feel like one needs to be all grown up before being married and having a family and I still keep waiting for that sense of being grown up.