22 to go

On Saturday, Tim and I went out for breakfast. As we were being seated it struck me that the two of us had only 22 weekends left to just walk out of the house and eat breakfast, drive around aimlessly looking at yard sales for hours on end or go home and sleep for hours on end. Only 22 weekends left before our lives will change and we’ll have to think about whether we need the stroller, types of change of clothing, are we home by naptime or will the baby sleep in the stroller, are we going somewhere where it’s family friendly?

That doesn’t seem like a whole lot of time, does it? 22 weekends left to go. That’s seems surreal.