It’s official.

I’m a 29-year old.

Thank you for all the phone calls, text messages, Facetimes, e-mails, Starbucks gift cards, and presents. I feel like the luckiest human to get so much love – just for being born.

Fun fact? [I know that this is traditionally a Friday thing. But it’s summer. And that means every day is Friday.]

My family celebrates everyone’s birthday on East Coast time. Which is A-OK with me. Because this ol’ 29-year old needs to be in bed by 9PM.

28 was quite memorable. This past year, I fell deeper and deeper in love with my life and the people around me. I realized that life is good. Really, really good. I dialed up the gratitude and appreciated the beautiful gift I was given each and every morning – opening my eyes, just being ALIVE. In the words of Rita Mae Brown, “I finally figured out the only reason to be alive is to enjoy it.”

So I’m excited for this year to come. I’m ready to enjoy every second of my 29th year alive.