cheers to 27.
my 26th year was a big one.
my first year married.
trips to mexico, california, detroit and maryland.
and, of course, the move from chicago to san francisco.
as you grow older it doesn’t seem like your birthdays are as big or important, but if you really think about it, they are. the impact is just a little quieter, a little more subtle. i’ve never felt more loved, more happy, more confident or in control of my life. it feels good to be 27.