Today I turn twenty-six.
When I woke up this morning, my husband immediately wished me a happy birthday and then informed me that there was snow on the ground outside.
Hello winter, when did you get here?
I don't know what I will do today. I have no special plans or special requests and I honestly don't expect any kind of gifts. Jeremy and I are very low-key when it comes to celebrations. We see no point in wasting money on gifts unless it's something that we really want.
I have certain hopes and wishes for this year of my life. Many of them are small things that may seem insignificant to others but mean a great deal to me, while others are bigger and life-changing.
I can't wait.
More than anything else, I just want to find myself grateful for another year, another day, and another hour of life with my husband and son and our wonderful families.
I am embarking on yet another great journey and adventure, full of it's usual twists and turns and surprises. If there has been anything that my twenty-five years of life have taught me, it's this: life is what you make it.
I plan on making this year everything that it can be and more.