If you ask anybody I spend a lot of time with, I forget how old I am all the time. In fact, the other day (and by the other day, I mean four months ago) I went out to eat with some teacher friends, and was carded at the door. I panicked thinking that I wasn’t yet 21. Silly me. I’m 23 but I’m not a real adult yet.
When I’m a real adult, I’ll have seen Scotland…
I’ll actually have a style, and wear awesome outfits.
I will have the most put together, most incredible, DIY home!
And said home will just be exploding with organization 🙂
I’ll still be happily married to the most handsome man in the world, and we will have adorable children who let me take photos of them all the time! Not without giving me the “but mooom” look first, of course 🙂
But, not ’til I grow up 🙂