Last Friday, Aron, my lovely and amazing man turned 26 years old. How time flies. We celebrated in a cottage in the country side for the weekend.
Upon further thinking about how "old" we're getting, there are a few underrated things about being in your mid twenties. I mean... you can brag about how much sleep you got, not about how late you were out partying. You’re the last generation to remember life before the internet. You can’t wait to do nothing on the weekends. Literally nothing at all. You start to feel confident about your ability to keep a plant alive. You might not know exactly where your life is going, but you’ve realized that you’re the captain of your own destiny — and that’s pretty awesome.
Happy birthday again my love!