Totally lost the Race

Now therefore, while the youthful hue
Sits on they skin like morning dew,
And while thy willing soul transpires
At every pore with instant fires,
Now let us sport us while we may,
And now, like amorous birds of prey,
Rather at once our time devour
Than languish in his slow-chapped power,
Let us roll all our strength and all
Our sweetness up into one ball,
And tear our pleasures with rough strife
Thorough the iron gates of life;
Thus though we cannot make our sun
Stand still, yet we will make him run.

-The Marvellous Andrew Marvell
(um, can you guess what unit we just finished in English?)

Lindsey, wonderful girl, keeping running (or swimming); you are timeless!
And you've definitely let your mark on the world. Your sister SARA who is FABULOUS spells it DEFINETELY!

I bet you're out partying it up like you're 19 years old.