April 30, 2013
This morning I woke up one whole year older. It's amazing how SO many things can change in just one single year. I don't know about you but me? I like change.
This time last year, Beau and I were living in our tiny one bedroom townhome smack dab in the middle of Houston. It was just the two of us in our little box and a few dead animals on the walls.
This year I woke up in our new home that lies many, many miles away from the big city. I rolled out of the coziest of king size beds, with my husband by my side and our sweet puppy at our feet. I climbed into my bathtub (aka: my new form of heaven) and soaked up my very first few minutes of being 27 years old.
Beau, who usually sleeps in several hours past me, came strolling into the bathroom in nothing less than a pair of red, white and blue boxers (you're welcome for the visual), with a steaming mug of THE best Texas Pecan coffee in his hands as he quietly serenaded me with his very raspy, very sleepy version of "Happy Birthday". It was then that I knew 27 was going to rock my damn socks off.
This morning as I drove off for my morning commute I was greeted with the most beautiful sunrise over the east and all of a sudden I felt overcome with a huge sense of gratefulness.
Grateful for life.
Grateful for love.
Grateful for another year to live a life of love.
So 27, I think it's safe to say we're going to get along real well. I already like where we've been but even more so, I like where we're headed.
The Birthday Girl