I don't know why, but more than being married or living on my own or having a steady full time job, there has always been another factor that has seemed to me to be the indicator that someone has truly grown up. It seems silly but I've always felt that without this, a household really isn't complete yet. (This is not meant to be derogatory to anyone who doesn't have one, it's just the way I've always thought of it.) But I got one for my birthday from my husband.
I don't understand it, but I've always thought a grown-up household needed a sewing machine. This one is actually a million times nicer than the one I asked for. Thanks, Nathan!
I also received the knitting needles I asked for from my mom and dad, plants from my sister-in-law, very nice gift cards from my own sibilings and this, from my in-laws: