Day 25: It hurt in that good way
I hope that I never reach a point in life where I think I'm too old to make out with someone in the front seat of a car like teenagers for two and a half hours. And I hope I never get so uptight that I don't think it's funny when my car won't start because we've killed the battery running the heat and fogging up the windows. When mall security comes to shoo us away and ends up jump-starting the car, may I always have a sly little smile for him as I say thank you and drive away. When these things aren't fun anymore, I'll know it's time to throw in the towel. :)