Without much pomp and/or circumstance, I turned 25 yesterday. After a morning run where I ran into the rear of a deer, I opened a parcel from my family that has been sitting (unopened — are you surprised?) here since Wednesday, I spent the late morning hanging out with this cutie and his rad parents:
They took me to a market in Oak Bay and for an awesome sushi lunch. Perfect.
The afternoon consisted of fielding and enjoying the telephone calls from my overly awesome family and friends who just keep meaning more and more to me as my 24 years swiftly gave way to 25. From there I just hung around before the beach fire we had last night to celebrate the day. There is something about an evening that starts with the sunset and ocean waves crashing and people like this:
who is giving this look to:
all the while stories are getting shared around the fire between me and these three:
I think Scott was talking about coaching football, passion accentuated by aggressive hand waving. And then, nights get better and better when seeing people I haven’t for awhile, like this guy:
all the while this is going on:
When these two showed up, after celebrating a Dad who shares the same special day with me:
And I could never forget this one:
And just a couple more so you get the point — great people and fantastic moments make these times, the best times:
Because when smiles like these:
lead to a grin like this:
and everyone is sitting there like this:
what does the evening end with, you ask? Well, stars instead of sun, high tide instead of low, and a little something like this:
It was a great day. 25 is going to be brilliant, just you wait.