When I turned 25 I was really depressed about it. I think I just needed to get over the hump, suck it up and buy myself a pair of Hunter rain boots. I will admit that those red boots helped :) I won't forget the sweetness of Ashley and my mom who threw me a surprise birthday after I wrote a depressing e-mail about turing 25 and not being where I felt I should be.
Twenty-five was me fighting with God, give me this and I'll give you that. Twenty-five was me finally recovering from a heartbreak after revisiting a man of my past. Twenty-five was work success like I'd never seen. Twenty-five was learning to be humble and proud at the same time. Twenty-five found me in the religious community I was searching for. Twenty-five was harder than better.
This time I didn't dread my birthday, while I'm closer to 30 than 20 which scares me I am a better woman than I was a 20. I also believe my 30s will be my best decade yet even if that means I have to exercise more. I am happier, I am smarter, I am learning more, I think I look better and most of all, I am more grateful.
My parents and I saw Les Miserables, went out to dinner, I opened my present (a breville juicer!) and relaxed the whole day.
My juicer isn't as cute as these other kitchen goodies. I am so happy to finally have a silpat!
Robyn threw me a small party complete with her delicious balsamic vinegar pasta and a craft of coaster making. Megan created this thoughtful photo book about our group of friends :)
My grandmother and aunts send me some darling cards and gifts. Dad took me to the camera store so I could pick out a new tripod and a few other camera goodies.
I am so grateful.
I am older, I am wiser and I welcome twenty-six!
