It occured to me the other night that I am nearing the end. I will be 25 in less than 2 months.

It seems like I just turned 23. What the hell happened? My youth; totally gone.

I actually freaked out. I jumped up and ran in the other room to tell Josh of my shocking discovery. We took a bath together last night and I was almost in tears over it.

Think about it. He just turned 20 and I'm going to be 25. We're going to get married, but what if he wants kids? He's said he doesn't want any until he's 30, if ever. The "if ever" is fiiiine with me. We're all worried I'll be a rampant baby shaker, and if not, we can adopt. With him though, if he wanted or if we were surprised, I know I'd have a kid.

But I can't go around birthing babies at the age of 35+! That's just madness.

Even the whole "marriage" thing. He wants to wait until he's at least 21, which is understandable. He'll feel a bit more grown up if he can buy his own beer and doesn't have to send his wife in instead. Makes sense. I told him I didn't want to be an 80 year old bride, though.

See, this is why he's so great though. He told me that I'll be a 25 year old bride and not to worry about anything, then he kissed my forehead and laughed at me for being silly.

Being 23 was great and my party was great and at that point, I thought, unbeatable. My 24th birthday could've gone better, to say the least, and the year started out a bit rocky, but has definitely improved. Now, 25 is looking better and better all the time.

Josh actually managed to find a way to make me look forward to being old, as long as he doesn't care about the "baby birthing" issue.