I found a photo album the other day that was littered with pictures of my early twenties.  I had to sit for a while and really look through it.  Of course, I thumbed through slowly, laughed at a few things, remembered a few others, and reflected on some days where worries seemed few and late nights seemed many.  A lot, I mean A LOT has changed in 10 years.  I didn’t know the amazing man I would call my husband.  I thought having kids was not for me- ever.  I thought a good workout was a pub crawl on a Sunday afternoon, and the word responsible wasn’t something I would…