feel like there are all these things that used to sound enormous and now are just so normal to be doing at thirty-one.” “Like what?” I asked. “Like . . .” she searched her thoughts. “‘Caleb, thirty-one, is the founder of a software company that went public this year.’ Or: ‘Kelly, thirty-one, is mother to twin boys and a girl.’” “Yeah,” I sighed dejectedly. “Yeah, I know what you mean.” “Nothing is weird for us to be doing anymore. Nothing feels like an extraordinary, premature achievement. It’s just what we’re meant to be doing.”
