This last day of my twenty-seventh year.
Today was a good day.
A good day to end a good year.
A good haircut.
A good mani-pedi.
A good time spent with a newborn boy.
A good ice cream cone with sprinkles to end the day.
A good end to a good year.
And I can't quite put into words how calm and excited allmixedupatonce I am about finally turning twenty-eight.
It's been a magical number in my mind for quite a few years now.
Not quite sure why.
Can't quite put my finger on it.
But I know, just know,
Down deep in my bones,
Twenty-eight is going to be an amazing year.
Not good, not great.
Just know it!