Too Young . . .

My brother is getting married in almost two months to the day. For the better part of a year it seems I've been surrounded by weddings, potential god children/nieces/nephews, commitment of practically every flavor. I have been to three weddings, witnessed four marriages and one re-commitment that ended in divorce. Seen something go from a vague bump to a giggling, burping thing bouncing on my knee.
Thankfully this bout of marriage and fertility has not inspired me to rush out and follow suit. However I have been discussing parenting, weddings, baby names, etc. with Dave. He hasn't seemed to mind, probably because we've already spoken about when it would be if it were to happen; he's adamant that he will not marry someone under twenty-five, so we have five years to think it over.
Huh, who would think this would be the first time the age difference has given me pause. My parents are eleven years apart, they married when my Mom was twenty-two and she had my brother at twenty-four. Today I told her about Dave and I waiting five years, if we do it at all, and how I had always planned to wait at least a year after the wedding to have kids to get settled into married life. If we follow that time-line Dave'll be forty when we have our first child. I can't really complain, my father was that age when I was born, but I don't know if it was his age or just my Dad's nature (probably the latter) but we never really did much together - I worry that neither Dave or I will have the energy. Five years, I've got at least that long to think it over.
It's a while away but I bet it'll feel like nothing.