When I Was 25

When I was 25, I made dinner:

See that? It’s an empty plate (the one in front of my dad… not the one off to the side that’s packed full of brisket). Dinner was a success, a little lacking in the salad department… but otherwise a success!!

I woke up today feeling SO full still.
I also woke up and changed ages, which used to be loads of fun. But now?
Remember when I was 25 last night?

I could be 25 forever.
Of course, I also wanted to be 8 forever, and I’m glad that didn’t pan out… I’m sure in 20 years I’ll look back and say “I’m glad I didn’t stay 25 forever.”
(I highly doubt I’ll ever say that, but it’s a nice thought for the moment.)

When I was 25, my son wore a stack of cowboy hats. I focused my camera on him and said, “Say… Fiesta!”

After the flash went off, he said “Fee-fest-fess-shuh.”
Close enough for me, by jingo.  And don’t mind the trash off to the side.  It’s not like YOU don’t have any at your house.

When I was 25, my kids smothered me… so much so that you can’t even tell (…I’m not wearing a bra…)

When I was 25, I looked red-eye evil.

When I was 25, I wore my favorite shirt that I bought in high school from a thrift store in Mesa. To this day, it’s still held together by the safety pins I put on it as a teenager. Sturdy little beasts.
Oh, and I also wore the Balls necklace. My brother and I used to take turns wearing the Balls. And we used to love to say, “I want to wear the Balls today.” He went on his mission to Mexico (Fee-fest-fess-shuh!) and I ended up with the Balls. I still have them. I will forever have them -unless he wants them.  It is his turn, after all.
I love the Balls.

Will 26 be as wonderful? Of course it will be. I’m just being sentimental about youth. It isn’t all it’s cracked up to be, is it? I mean you never hear anyone say things like, “If I were young again…” Or “What I wouldn’t give to be 25…” or “Youth is wasted on the young…”
Right?
RIGHT?!