So far, 25 feels liberating.
At 23, we were dreaming of buying a house and trying to figure out employment stateside. Done.
At 24, we were dreaming of having our first child. Done.
At 25, we feel like life can only get better. There’s nothing concrete we’re shooting for, but that feels like suddenly the sky’s the limit.
We’re planning a trip to Guatemala, we’re recording a ton, I’m writing.
We’re working hard, scheming constantly, and more in love than ever (after 11 years).
Oh, and now we have this little guy: