Is it just me, or are we getting old?

I never thought that at 19 I would feel so old. All these things just keep happening, though, to reinforce the truth: We are old.

First, a couple of years ago, my friend got married and had a child. Granted, he is older than I am, but only by three years.

The wedding was during my junior year of high school, so he was only 20. It was illegal for him to drink the champagne that was handed out at the reception.

It seemed a little odd to me that he couldn’t drink after all the toasts that were made. But, it was just the beginning.

This summer, one of my closest friends got married.

He was 18 years old and just out of high school.

That seemed a little young to me, but he was not the only person I knew who was getting married, or had recently gotten engaged.

I asked him before the big day if he thought he was ready for such a huge commitment at such a young age.

He never hesitated. He said he had never been more ready for anything in his life.

Are you kidding me? He wasn’t. Some of the girls I played soccer with in middle school are now married.

They all moved in with their boyfriends after high school was over, and all but one have since sealed the deal.

It seems crazy to me.

It isn’t just marriage either. It’s babies.

A good friend of mine recently became the father of a little girl. He is my age. That’s young, right?

Apparently it isn’t, because more of my friends have recently announced pregnancies.

I had to ask myself if I would be ready to have a child at this age. Is it strange that my answer was “no”?

As if that wasn’t enough to make me feel old, which let me tell you, it was, it was time for the big kicker.

A very good friend of mine from high school, who only graduated two classes ahead of me, became my little brother’s math teacher.

My brother walked in the house after his first day of school and told me he had a message for me.

Mr. Wiggins wanted him to tell me “Hi.”

Mr. Wiggins. I was speechless.

Did he mean Jason?

Jason was the only Wiggins I knew, but it wasn’t possible that my friend was my little brother’s math teacher.

These days I have gotten over the shock.

Whenever I talk to Jason, I jokingly call him Mr. Wiggins, and he calls me Ms. Youmans.

And I sent my friend a gift for his little girl.

I’ve been to more of my friend’s weddings than I can count, and I have two more to go to this month. But I’ll get through it.

Besides, maybe I’m not really old. Maybe they’re just growing up too fast.