right now i am sitting in the dallas love field airport, feeling completely exhausted but my heart is so full. last night i celebrated my birthday with some of my amazing friends. we laid out adventure blankets, listened to some magical music, had homemade cake & played with sparklers. this celebration made the send off of 23 a bit better. every year i get nostalgic over the age i am at and i dread getting a year older because i finally (a month or two before my birthday) embrace whatever age i am at. twenty three was a beautiful year: i finished college, packed up my bags & moved to norfolk, fell in love, felt loss, traveled & saw dreams unfold. i have high hopes for twenty-four, i am proclaiming it the year of dreams come true.