Today is my 22 birthday, and I'm trying to figure out where exactly my 21st year went.
It started with a weekend in Philadelphia to celebrate finally being "legal."
I got to sleep with Ben Franklin. Jealous?
In March, we had a mini vacation weekend with friends in Washington, DC, and I got to take in the beauty of the Apple Blossoms on the trees.
Then there was Belly Boo's first Easter.
In May we got a new stove. Major upgrade.
In June we traveled to Manchester, TN for Bonnaroo. One of the best experiences of my life.
In July we took a trip to Longwood Gardens. It was beautiful, and I wish that I could walk through the Orchid Room over and over again.
Took Belly Boo to the beach...
Watched the kiddo turn one.
Pick apples and pumpkins at a local orchard in the fall.
And turned into a zombie for a night.
I also:
Celebrated one year of marriage to my wonderful husband.
Learned a lot. Cried a lot. Laughed even more.
Missed home.
Worked on making our house a home.
Watched my baby girl go from hardly moving to not sitting still.
Made new friends.
Started my own Etsy shop.
Made more yummy treats then I ever knew was possible.
21 was a pretty awesome year.
22 better bring it on.
