27.

It's a young number. But still an old number. Ya know. It's like I have lived, but still have a lot more to go (God willing). It's a good number. I am happy to be 27. My life is good. I can't complain. (Even though I do and realize I shouldn't.) I have an amazing husband, a beautiful daughter, and a new home. I have been feeling abundantly blessed lately. God is so good. He gives and takes away. But He is still always good. I am thankful to be 27 and have Him in my life.
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[I don't have a good transition to my next thought, so I just used those dots. Oh well. It's my birthday. I can do what I want.]

I'm at my dad's house typing this. I just looked up and saw my senior pictures on his buffet. And these are my thoughts...

1) Has it really been 10 years since then? I was a baby. Yet I thought I controlled the world then. Ha. Teenagers are so humorous and naive. I am so glad I am not one anymore.

2) Give dad updated pictures so he doesn't have to relentlessly display my corny senior pictures with the corny label in the corner that every senior had to get or you just weren't cool and cost ridiculously a lot.

3) The jean jacket I am wearing in the picture is still in my closest today. One of the best 50 bucks I have ever spent at Gap. Go me.

4) Senior pictures are so overrated.

Okay. Now that I have all of that off my chest I can enjoy the rest of my day. I'm off to close on our selling of our first home. Then to dinner with my family. A fall festival after that where Audrey gets to wear her mermaid costume. And hopefully picking my new birthday present from the best husband ever (will share later).

Birth days are awesome.