La Jolla Shores Sunset
I don't think I will ever get used to the magnificent sunsets here in Southern California. This isn't a special day; it's one of many beautiful days that has awe-inspiring sunsets. Today we had yet another. We were in Whole Foods and told the checkout guy to look, too. He nodded like he'd seen so many of them. He probably has. I just think I will always think they are fantastic. Taken with the 70-200 zoom lens.

Becoming an Adult
As a child, I often wondered what made someone an adult. When was the magical time that you crossed over from being a child to being a responsible adult? My mom looked liked an adult. She acted like an adult. Her face, her conversation, even her toes were those of an adult. At the time, I figured once I was over my teens, I'd be an adult, too.

As the years passed, I didn't feel like an adult and I didn't think I looked like an adult. Not the way my mom did. Even though I discovered that she can behave like a child, too, I still thought my mom was more of a "grown up" than I was. College didn't change that. Neither did moving into my very first apartment. Neither did getting a full time job and making more money than she ever did. It felt like maybe I was never going to grow up.

Lately, I've been thinking that maybe crossing over the threshold to having my own kids is when I cross over the threshold to becoming an adult. This is officially the time when I am going to be much more concerned about another living being than I am about myself. Not that there aren't times I put myself after Jake or my family or a friend. But this is permanent and it's constant. This little baby, and later the child and even the adult, will always come before me. I will have to learn to push other people away kindly but firmly to protect the well being of my baby. I will have to learn to make major progress on my "hangups" because now they are affecting an unsuspecting third party who never signed up to deal with my issues. Even if I don't feel it, I'm going to have to learn to act the part of a grown-up. It's all a bit overwhelming and scary. What if I mess it up?

I know what everyone says, "all you can do is your best." But this is a huge responsibility. It's not something to be taken lightly. I think my mom always looked like an adult cause she had us very young. She was only 21 when my sister is born. She learned to grow up very quickly. Over the years she adopted and looked the part of a grown up. And now it's my turn. And I plan to take it seriously.

Though I still don't think my toes look like a grown-up's.