Ava

When are we truly adults? I'm not sure.

 I had thought for a while that when you reach 18, you are an adult. Having been 18, and lived through it, I must say, being 18 does not make you an adult. Just because you can legally drive after 9 p.m., does not entail anything. Being in college, filling your cafeteria tray with plastic cups, and pretending to trip so that they bounce all over the cafeteria is not being an adult. And, yes, some people, I won't mention names, did that kind of thing at 18.

Then, I thought, maybe when you get married you are an adult. But then Heidi Montag and Spencer Pratt got married. The whole marriage theory was blown right there.

Then, most recently, I thought adulthood came when you have a child in your life in some way, shape, or form. Maybe you are a parent yourself, a God-parent, an aunt or an uncle. I thought this especially today, as I became an aunt. My brother-in-law and his wife had a baby girl, Ava,  very early this morning.

Isn't she amazing? I haven't even seen her yet, but I can just tell. Jeff and I will be traveling this weekend to meet Ava for the first time. And with the feelings that baby girl has already got stirring in me, I know that I am an adult.

So, I was thinking it must be the aunt/uncle thing that makes you an adult, right when the thought of my cousin David popped into my head. He was an uncle before he was even born. I guess I have no idea what makes you an adult, but I really don't care. All I want to do is welcome my niece, Ava to the world!