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Whee, I'm 26 now.
That's starting to sound almost adult... and I'm not sure I like that. I'm 3 years out of college, married, looking at buying a house, talk of children in a few years. All the standard illegitimi pro carborundum life changes. Is it selfish to desperately want to maintain a sense of childlike wonder at the world? To grow old without acting old? I don't want to die in the heart or in the head. Not that I think I'm in any great danger of suddenly acting my age, nor have I been wasting much time angsting over this recently. But eternal vigilance is the price of liberty, and all that. Nothing wrong with being paranoid with regards to mental hygiene, and a birthday seems like an excellent time for an audit.
That's starting to sound almost adult... and I'm not sure I like that. I'm 3 years out of college, married, looking at buying a house, talk of children in a few years. All the standard illegitimi pro carborundum life changes. Is it selfish to desperately want to maintain a sense of childlike wonder at the world? To grow old without acting old? I don't want to die in the heart or in the head. Not that I think I'm in any great danger of suddenly acting my age, nor have I been wasting much time angsting over this recently. But eternal vigilance is the price of liberty, and all that. Nothing wrong with being paranoid with regards to mental hygiene, and a birthday seems like an excellent time for an audit.
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I find something new and exciting and delightful in our life every day that we're together. We will share the wonder forever.
Happy birthday, my love.
(Now the only thing to worry about is that our children will rebel and become republicans.)