Yesterday I turned 26 — a quarter-century plus one. Yesterday I registered for an upcoming 5K race and wondered if I would have to check the box labeled 26-35. Fortunately I was still grouped with the 25-year-olds (which Nick happens to be for 70-some more days).
26 started off with a beautiful acrylic painting from my sister, Mad Mex margaritas and burritos with some of my awesome co-workers, and the “ultimate chocolate cake” from my sweetheart.
I’m looking forward to all that 26 has to offer (even if it means having to move into the next check box).
