Can I be 25 twice?January 27, 2009 at 11:10 pm | Posted in self awareness, The Mundane | 2 Comments
With my birthday arriving last week, I began to think about what a great year I had being 25. We moved back to the area that I had been missing (it’s not Idaho, but hey, beggars can’t be choosers). I’ve made some great new friends. A trip to the beach. Another trip to the beach. A trip to Idaho. Hurricane Ike (well, that was not good, but it was monumental). Homeschooling my daughter. Celebrating our seventh wedding anniversary. Buying our first home.
In fact, I think that 25 was so great, I am going to do it again. This year, I will be turning 25. Again. Instead of reaching 29 and staying there for a few years, I am going to start doubling up. I will actually only have a birthday every other year.
Unfortunately, the husband does not think that this is as good of a plan as I had hoped. I suppose that within a few years that would work out to make him even older than me than he already is. That and the math would quickly work out to him having made me a mama when I wasn’t even old enough to date.
Oh, well, it’s not like 26 is even slightly old, right? Right?!