quarter century + 1

Today, my beloved Seastar turns the big 2-5...for the second time.  It seems like it was just yesterday we were celebrating her 13th birthday...gathered around in a circle playing spin the bottle, slow-dance version. Now, our prudish ways have long gone (perhaps a more accurate statement for myself and not her...) and we can no longer depend on a bottle to choose our partners for us - no, that's what Universities are for.

It's always on my Seastar's birthday that I reflect on our age.  I often have to think about how old she is to remember how old I am.  In any case back to my train of thought; when did we get so "old"?  I know that in the grand scheme of things, we're actually in the prime of our lives.  Mid-twenties?  Pfffft!  We're practically new borns!  But seriously...thinking about the age as an abstract, numerical concept...or thinking back to how I perceived people in their mid- to late-twenties when I was younger...I feel I should have accomplished more by now!  Or at least feel different in some way...no?  In many ways...I still feel like I'm 18...

Alas...I must accept the fact that the years are just going to keep on coming and keep on adding...well...unless you live in denial like my lovely...who will stay 25 forever...

In any case...I digress...partly because I don't want to think about it anymore, but mostly because I'm running on 2 hours of sleep and I'm quite certain this entry is rather incoherent.  

On that note...adieu...and good night.