25 Years Young

Today I am officially a quarter of a century old.  Wow, that sounds horrible.  Let's just go with 25 years young!

I found this little gem of a picture in an old stack of photos and I have a few thoughts on it...

1. My Mom always made the best birthday cakes.  This duck for my 5th was one of my favorites.  I've also had a clown, a caterpillar, a pool cake, a teddy bear, a bunny, and a cheeseburger.

2.  Wait a minute.  I don't think this tradition should have ever ended!

3.  My Mom made a mean birthday cake, but she didn't do so hot in the hair-cutting department.  You should have seen it when she curled the ends under.  I looked like a cute little pudgy mushroom.

4.  Completely unrelated, but 20 years later she has a much better decorating sense, thank God.  Seashells woven into some sort of tapestry thing?  Really Mother?

25 puts a new perspective on things for me.  I'm like officially an adult.  Like the days of excuses for being young and stupid are dwindling.  Darn.  Now I can just plead old and stupid!  :)

I've accomplished a lot in my 25 years...not nearly as much as I dreamed about growing up, but that's what the next 25 are for, and the 25 after that.  I've got lots to do, and hopefully even more time to do it in!

And in the end, it's not the years in your life that count. It's the life in your years.

- Abraham Lincoln