This one time...





...I turned 25. I wish I could explain how much I love my birthday. But I can't. I just do. (Ask Brad. He knows.) I'm kind of like a five-year-old. I'm not sure why I love it so much. I just do. Maybe someday I'll be able to explain.

(No, I didn't quite finish "the list." And I didn't make another one, really. I do have a new "to-do" list posted on one of my pages (see the top of my blog), but there's no deadline or anything.)

(I'm not sure why I look like I have a tumor in my cheek in the first picture, but I promise I don't.)

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