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I’ve been trying to get out of purchasing birthday gifts by telling him that I’m the gift that keeps on giving. So far he doesn’t seem to believe that. (I’m sure he’ll eventually come around.) The whole thing is kind of surreal. We’ve been together for more than a quarter of our lives. (And yes, I did use the calculator on my computer to do that math. Writing is my thing. Math is not.) We’ve seen each other through major medical issues , first jobs, big decisions, and all the big and little things that make up seven years of your life. Sometimes it’s hard to imagine a time when he wasn’t by my side in all of this.  Oh yes, another photo from Las Vegas. You know you like it. And I’m glad he’s there to figure out life with me. Because even though he’s twenty-seven and I almost am, too… I don’t have it all figured out just yet. But that just means I’m really interesting, right? Happy 27th and 7th to my favorite guy and my best friend. I love you. What do you think is the age that makes you officially a grown up? Do you think we’ll ever feel like we’ve got it all figured out? |
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On Wednesday, two big things happened.
Goose turned twenty-seven. We’re officially adults now, if we weren’t before. Late twenties. Man. I know it’s not really that old, but it’s close to thirty. And it just seems like an age where you’re supposed to have it together or at least be on your way there. Him turning 27 means that I’m less than two months away from the same. Yikes. How did we get here? I can’t even take photos like a mature adult yet.
Actually, he was still 26 when this photo was taken. But it was just about 10 days before he turned 27, so that counts, right?
Goose is taking the whole 27th birthday thing pretty well. I think I’m the crazy one who can’t fathom when we became so adult. Since Wednesday, I’ve been wandering into rooms just announcing, “You’re 27,” or the classier version, “You’re twenty-freaking-seven.” Our parents both seem pretty shocked that they have children that are this old, too.
Really, the truth is this. It sounds like an age where you have to have everything figured out, but we don’t have everything figured out, and that’s okay. I just keep going back to one of my favorite articles and repeating one part to myself, over and over again. “The most interesting people I know didn’t know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives. Some of the most interesting 40-year-olds I know still don’t.” So there’s time.
On the same day that Goose turned 27, we celebrated another little milestone: our seventh dateaversary.
Yes, dateaversary is a made up word. When we got married, June 21 became our anniversary, and we weren’t really sure what to call our dating anniversary anymore. Naturally, we combined the words into one and dubbed it our dateaversary. And yes, we did start dating on Goose’s birthday seven years ago.
Flashback photo: Goose and I in 2006 before a college dance. Yes, my college had formals for the entire college that people actually went to. They weren't that different from high school dances, there was just a lot more consumption of... adult beverages.