In twenty five years time I will be over half a decade old. Woah.
I think my family will shrink, with the boys going off and starting their own lives proper... but it will grow as we gain grandkids, nieces, nephews, sons and daughters in law. I've been brought up with three generations living in one house, and am doing that right now in fact, so every holiday has been a matter of half a dozen aunts and uncles, a dozen or more cousins and the occasional dog or baby; this is something I want to continue and hopefully in 25 years time we will be better placed to do so.
Illness can be hard to predict, we don't know what will happen to my wife or I. Maybe she'll get better, maybe she'll get worse, maybe I will become unwell... we've talked about growing old and grey together but each new thing in our lives makes that dream seem less and less of a reality. Maybe by 2050 we'll be past all the change in our lives and things will be stable... or maybe that's when the real adventure will begin.