27's my lucky number.

Me, my father, and my mother were all born on a 27th.  September 27th, December 27th, and November 27th. 

It is unbelievable how different you feel between your early 20's to your late 20's.  Your early 20's are matched with insecurity and self doubt.  But at 27 years old it finally feels like it's all coming together. 

I'm out of the awkward "post college" years where you don't really know what your doing or what your plan is.  I wear less make up and feel more comfortable in my own skin.  I eat right and go to sleep early and don't need to get wasted to have a good time.

It's painfully unfair that adolescence and post adolescence is paired with self doubt during all those years of discovery in trying to find the person you are and the person you want to be. 

I like that I'd rather get a new pair of flats instead of a bottle of Jack Daniels. 

I like that I'd rather spend a night in PJ's with Aaron than dancing on a bar or throwing up in the bushes (thanks college).

I like that I don't want to look like Kate Moss anymore and have realized that my hips are HIPS and not love handles. 

I'm so happy that I could quit smoking so I could remember how good Spring smells.  I missed that season for 8 years!

I am blessed to have found the man that I didn't think was out there.  The man I'm going to marry.

LIFE. IS. GOOD.

I am so stoked to make a life with this man and know that this is the life that God planned for us.