[twenty-five]

I am twenty-five years old today. I woke up this morning to my cute husband whispering "happy birthday" in my ear, a funny ass voicemail from one of my best friends, 45 emails notifying me of wall posts on Facebook, and a few texts from friends. 

I hate working on my birthday, but I'm extremely busy with projects this week, so I didn't have the heart to take the day off. luckily, I'll make up for it with dinner at my favorite restaurant tonight with my family. I can't wait! 

I already received my birthday gift from Sean, which was my new zoom lens. Kaley gave me some down right awesome presents this weekend - a mustache necklace (see pic below), a headband with a mustard fabric flower, a beer koozie that says "birthday bad ass" and a cute kitty card (imagine that). and you saw my new Vera Bradley wallet from Kaycie. 

 

to say I've had an amazing birthday so far would be an understatement. I'm so lucky to have such generous and thoughtful friends - I don't know what I'd do without them! 
 

I was a little apprehensive about turning 25. I just feel like it's such a "serious" age, and I'm not so much a serious person. I view 25 as being the real deadline for adulthood... meaning I can't really do childish things anymore, because I'm really an adult now. for instance, I can't just go out with friends and get sloppy drunk without being judged because I'm 25  

and 25 year old women shouldn't act like that because it's not very "adult." 

I know it's an absolutely ridiculous concept, especially since I've considered myself an "adult" since I hit the ripe old age of 18, but still... it's my insane thinking that makes me who I am... who just happens to be 25 today. 

so I've decided to throw all my preconceived ideas of 25 out the window... 

I'm going to embrace 25, just like I do everything. 

age is nothing but a number, right?

my car insurance will go down, and I can legally rent a car. 

I'm hoping to conceive a baby in the next few months. 

my mom was 25 when she got pregnant with my brother, Matthew.

I'm a quarter of a century old. 

halfway to fifty. 

five years away from thirty, which they say, is the new twenty.

I have a feeling 25 will be a good year.

Happy Wednesday!