Ten years ago when I was in my twenties my birthday weekend consisted of hanging out with friends and when I awoke after a night of fun I found empty bottles of beer covering my kitchen counter.
This year, as my birthday approaches, I found it kind of humerous how much life can change as we grow older. Today, as is now the norm on most days, I awoke to find my kitchen counter covered in empty bottles again.
Only this time the bottles were of baby formula.
What a difference.