This past week we celebrated my twenty-eighth birthday. At this point, birthdays really aren't all that exciting, but I always kind of think of it like I'm starting a new year with a blank slate. While life as an adult (especially as a mom) isn't always the most glamorous, I'm doing so many things I've dreamt about doing for years right now, and my late twenties aren't looking so bad. In fact, this "season" of my life might be my most favorite yet.
Twenty-seven was a pretty awesome year for me - I left my desk job for my dream job (getting to stay home with my babies every day), we sold our house + moved into our forever home, and of course welcomed another beautiful baby girl into our family. Twenty-eight has some pretty big shoes to fill, and I'm so excited to see what the next year has in store. :)
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