I am now officially 25, which seems hopelessly old to me (even though I know it really isn’t — but hey, this is the oldest that I’ve ever been!). Soon my Lover will have his birthday as well, so for the time being I’ve been thinking about celebrations. We made heavy, fudge-like brownies for my birthday (the recipe is coming soon), and for my Lover’s I’m going to try my hand at chocolate mousse. Desserts abound!

My secret confession: I’m terrified of not accomplishing my life goals before I’m too old to do them. I know all too well how easy it is to have time slip away while you’re focused on getting by, and I don’t want to end up in my seventies thinking, “I always meant to do this and that, but just never got around to it.”

And thus, on and on we go!