Why do Birthdays not hold the same “magic” as they used to? Or maybe I’ve always hated being sung to? Anyway, I’m now officially 27. I know it’s not a big number, but it’s still hard to believe none the less.
Sammy is making me dinner tonight (YUM). I got my boots (YAY!) and had dinner with the extended family last night (YUM x2)
I cannot seem to get it through my head that I am not a teenager anymore. I still feel that way. Does that ever go away?