So yesterday after work I came home, swept and mopped the whole house, baked cookies, scrubbed the bathrooms and then made dinner and packed my husbands lunch for the next day...I know that's probably considered normal for most wives but it's new to me. The scary part is that I did it subconciously. It was just the normal thing to do...

I'm not quite sure what happened to the girl who would come home, maybe, hit the bar with her friends, wake up with a hangover and drudge through the whole next day. You know the girl who only cared about her house being spotless if company was coming and company did not include your friend because they could care less. The girl who's primary content in the fridge was beer, liquor and mixers.

I always told my grandmother growing up, "I want to be just like you." Scary thing is it's coming true. Not that it's a bad thing, I'm just coming in to a new era in this ride called life.

So if this is my lot I just pray that I'll be blessed with strong, intelligent, successful children like my grandmother. That my marraige will still sustain a beautiful friendship like my grandparents have had for sixty years. And that I can be as amazing of a person as she is. She has never driven but somehow has managed to take care of everyone in the community when they were going through hard times.

So here's to you Gran and the mini-me following in your footsteps...