For my birthday, my mom got me and Matthew a membership to Sam's Club.
Guys, walking around that store with just me and my cute hubby, we felt so... grown up. Every other time we've gone, a mom or sister or friend has been there with us. Now we can do it all by ourselves.
Apparently getting married, graduating from college, having a baby were all just stepping-stones to the real test of adulthood and grown-up-ness. Now that I have my fancy schmancy membership card with my very own name and picture on it, I guess I have joined the ranks of the truly old. I mean, mature.
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