I had another birthday on April 24, marking my 31st year. At age 23, I used to joke that I was “in my prime” (23 being a prime number) and that I wouldn’t “hit my prime” again until I was 29. And now, here I am at 31. (Also prime, in case you hadn’t caught on yet.)
Interestingly, JP and I are two years apart. Those familiar with the mathematics of primes probably also know about prime pairs, or twin primes. (Twin primes seems to be the accepted name, though I’ve always called them prime pairs. See also “Twin Primes” at Wolfram MathWorld.)
So, you guessed it. We’re both “in our prime” and we’re a prime pair. Looking ahead, we hit them at 41-43, 59-61, 71-73 and if we’re lucky 101-103.
Now here’s where it gets awesome: You might know we’re having a baby, due to be born in May (month 5 = prime) and it’s 2011 (prime). I don’t want to jinx it, but if that baby shows up on May 5, 7, 11, 13, 17, 19, 23, 29, or 31, it will be one “prime” kid.
Lastly, for bonus points: If you and your partner a lucky enough to be separated by 6 years, sexy primes!
Less cool, if you are lovers four years apart: Cousin Primes.