I was born.
Today I am twenty nine. 29. 2-9. That’s almost 30, but who’s counting? As a present to myself I’m FINALLY going to Europe in February! I know, crazy cool. I give the best gifts ever. I don’t know how I feel about the whole birthday thing, I know I feel older, wiser (pffffbt), possibly a little rounder around the edges and certainly more set in my ways, but I’m also alive and looking ahead to all the possibilities God is going to lay out for me this year. Florida in January, England and Ireland in February, Cuba in early March, Dominican in late March, and then a summer jam packed with the most incredible brides and grooms a girl could ever ask for.
Thank you all for tuning in to see what I’m up to, to read my ridiculous ramblings, and to see snippets of not just my life, but the lives of so many beautiful people (inside and out) as they start their new lives together.
If you’re wondering what a 29 year old looks like, here’s a few crappy photos of me from this past weekend at various events….I hope you all have a terrific Monday and a wonderful week





















