It’s time to mark the start of another year on Sarah‘s calendar. She’s now officially the age where she can get a break on her insurance and rent a car without any penalties. And while that’s kind of boring compared to the American porn/tobacco/voting age (18) and the booze/nightclub age (21), I still think its a respectable place to be.
Happy quarter century, my lovely little doe. I love you so very much that my heart feels as if it might explode every time we touch or I’m near you. May your next quarter century be as interesting and full of potential as one you just completed.