all grown-up....in my eyes

I've realized lately,

come to terms with,

acknowledged?

That my dreams are coming true.

That this is the age I've been looking forward to.

I'm at the point in my life I used to dream about as a little girl playing dress-up with my mother's heels.

I always used to fantasize about the day that I'd be grown-up enough to do and have certain things:

• have a pretty dress
• wear heels my size
• own a pencil skirt
• be in high school
• have those friends you can call at all hours
• kiss a boy
• apply to college

among many other things, I've realized how far I've come, and how many of these goals I've accomplished.
I know most...ok all.....of the items on my list aren't really goals, or great accomplishments, but they make the little girl in me squirm with excitement. I'm living the life I always dreamed about.

• I own the most flattering party dress I could find (on sale, mind you.)
• I have two, count 'em, TWO pairs of heels
• I bought my first pencil skirt last October (and it makes me feel unbearably sexy)
• I'm in my senior year of high school...I don't recall where the years went...
• I have a precious handful of friends I can call at all hours (who also call me at all hours)
• I've kissed two boys (woooooo)
  
• I applied to six colleges (so far)

I can't believe I find these events, common as they are, so profound. I guess I'm still seven on the inside.

Has anyone seen my playdough?