3 more days of twenty six...

Oh, twenty-six, 26, veintiseis.

(25 year old me-the day before I turned 26)

You. Were. Weird.

You were so far from being my favorite year,

but a year where I learned so much.

Where I learned more about who I am and who

I want to be. (still working on that one)

I learned about how I handle situations for

the good and for the bad. 

I fell more in love with that blonde boy than 

I ever thought humanly possible. 

I grew up some, and no, I don't mean like when 

you turn 16 and you think you grew up some. My

mom has always told me I was born 40, I've got 

to be 80 or 90 by now!

I found out the world is broken and that I have

to hold on to my sense of positivity the Lord 

has blessed me with, with all I have.

You were the year I was officially no longer 

in my mid-twenties, so 26 to 27 should be a

 breeze.

I started this here little blog...I love this

 place you guys!

This year 3 became 4.

You were one of the years I did something I'll 

always be proud of.

This year I became more infuriated but am so

 much more in love with that little Leo dog. 

The year my grumps went to be with the Lord.

This year a quiet friendship became a soul 

sister. 

An OK apartment changed to a lovely little

 home for us Coble's.

It was a year of first's and last's and 

everything in between. Just like every year

 I guess.

 Come on 27, I'll see you bright 

and early Sunday morning!