Thursday, March 8, 2012

Happy Birthday to Me… {Life}

Today marks my 27th birthday. Or as I like to call it, “Baby Monica Day.”

On this very day, 27 years ago I entered this world ready for all the sparkles and glitter and tufted furniture that the world had to offer.

I also entered the world with super curly hair…that I still hate.

Ever since I was little, I’ve had a love of things that make life a little more beautiful. In the picture below I am convinced I am marveling at some sort of tufted chair in the corner. Perhaps. It’s the same expression I make now when I watch Candice Olson on HGTV. It’s sheer terror mixed with sheer admiration. Impeccably Monica.

And I’ve always loved posing with things I love. Honestly, I have no clue what that stuffed animal is. And this is as close to seeing me in my underwear as you all are gonna get. I keep it klassy, folks.

And I’ve always been the type of girl who is up for a great party, frilly dress and breaking things.

So for 27 and onward, I hope to be happier than I was in my teens:

Smarter than I was in college:

As health obsessed as I was when I was engaged:

As gorgeous as I felt on my wedding day:

And a better person, inside and out, everyday.

My how time flies. I’m getting teary eyed just writing this post… like I’m saying goodbye to myself or something. But I am saying goodbye to 26 and hello to 27. I wish I could say I am like a fine wine that gets better with age, but honestly I feel like as I am getting older, I am spoiling. I guess maybe I treat myself like I am past my expiration date, when in fact I have a long shelf life ahead of me.

My gift to myself this year is me: as is, constantly improving and hopefully a little bit happier. And ready to get her hands dirty by playing with glitter.

What I wish my gift to myself would be: