Let’s just contemplate the concept of “Twenty-Five Years.”
Twenty-five years is more life than
twenty-four one-year-olds,
twelve two-year-olds,
eight three-year-olds,
six four-year-olds.
Twenty-five years is more existence than
four six-year-olds,
three eight-year-olds,
two twelve-year-olds,
one twenty-four-year-old.
There’s a lot of life there. A lot of existence. A lot of years.
When you put it that way.
And I’m just getting started.
Hehe HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!
I don’t think I realized you’re only a few months older than me. You can rent a car now!
Haha, YES! That’s what I’ll do with my birthday!
boy I feel old. I’ll be 26. But I’ll never be as old as my husband. 🙂 he’ll be 28.
Happy Birthday! I wish I could rent a car.
You guys are ALL old!!
(…coming from the 23-year-old)
What? Am I the only person in my late 30’s that reads your blog?? Y’all want to make me do the gagging thing with my finger down my throat now! 🙂 You don’t even want to know how old MY husband is! lol!
FYI ~ I’ve been renting cars for half your life. I had my first child when you were a mere 9 years old. I graduated from high school when you were 4. My highschool sophmore is closer in age to you than I am.
Okay, now I’m thoroughly depressed. Hope your happy. 😉
Have a very blessed and happy birthday!!
Haha, thanks all (except Joanna :-P)!
Michelle, you’re definitely not the oldest person who reads my blog. My mom reads my blog, after all! 🙂 Hope that makes you feel better… Don’t get too depressed. At least you could run for president! 😀