Yesterday was my birthday. I’m officially in my late 20s.
And I kind of like it!
Usually I get a bit depressed on my birthday, and I don’t think I’m alone on this either. I think it’s normal to feel a little sad each year you get older as an adult. Maybe it’s the nostalgia for years past or the fact that at some point you can only get so old (if you get my drift), but for whatever reason people get a bit down. Even if it’s for a minute. I know I do.
Not this year. I was just happy. Daphne kept singing me “Happy Birthday” and it was the absolute cutest thing ever. Her little toddler voice is music to my ears. My friend Carla surprised me by showing up with flowers to my house, and I never, ever get surprised. And Jason was #1 husband all day long, as he is every day (well mostly). He even cooked up my favorite guilty snack last night at like 11. I’m a fat girl, I know.
Aren’t they sexy?!
I love them. They aren’t at all what I was initially going for, but I think I made right decision.
Hurray for being 27!