It's funny when you marry someone not too much older than you, but enough that you grew up in a "different time".
Matt and I were talking about the VCR this morning, I remember when we got one. We were living in Winnemucca, Nevada. I may have been 5 or 6. My parents had rented a copy of Michael Jackson's Thriller and I remember watching it and learning the dance. I was telling Matt about it, like he would have had VCR too. His comment "uh, I didn't grow up with a VCR. I was a teenager when my parents first got one." I laughed. It made him feel really old.
Isn't it weird to think that we didn't have what kids have now...cell phones, internet, debit cards, digital cameras, etc.