I guess I didn't realize until today that I measured adulthood by one very simple thing:  owning a juicer. As of today, I own a juicer and I feel I have finally crossed over.

I know it may sound silly but here's why...

Long gone are the college days of juicing a lemon with a spoon to get some juice for drinks.  "I don't need a juicer- this spoon works perfectly fine! Cheeeeers!"

Into my late twenties and early thirties, squeezing the halves with my hands was more than enough.

But now, my daughter loves orange juice and I want to fresh squeeze some for her every day or at least every few days.  One of the fondest memories I have of my mom and dad is getting to the breakfast table every morning before school to a glass of fresh-squeezed orange juice and some breakfast.  That means so much to me now.

So, as I reached for the shiny new juicer at Triple B I felt the torch had been passed.  I took a gaze at my hand and noticed some creases and veins that I hadn't noticed before.  I guess some years had creeped in a while ago when I wasn't paying attention.  But adulthood.... I fully welcomed it today.  It doesn't mean I don't get to stay a child.  That will never go away.