Then: I thought my not being married by age 22 was a disaster. (So did my mother although she never actually said it.)

Now: Does anyone I know get married by 22?

Then: I swore I would never let my first-born cross the street by himself.

Now: I'm happy when he sends me an email from an unpronounceable city in Brazil.

Then: Every night I came home to an exciting "date" (with my husband).

Now: I'm relieved just to see his car in the driveway.

Then: Each of us could polish off two thick lamb chops with all the trimmings and wish we had more.

Now: One is the max.

Then: A year was a year.

Now: It's a minute