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