This past weekend was my 25th birthday. I am officially closer to 30 than I am to 20. I know in the grand scheme of things I am still very young, but for some reason this birthday hit me a little bit. 25? Already?
Time has flown these days few years. That is what living in love is like, I guess. Isn't it amazing how when life is going so great, and you are brimming with happiness, everything seems to speed up?
My husband surprised me before my birthday (he hates holding a surprise back, so I almost always get gifts early) with my gift. He bought it last month after we visited a half-price furniture gallery to look for a new sofa (we didn't end up buying one yet). They had this beautiful painting set there which I fell in love with. It was on clearance for only 1/4 of the original price, and it was so "me".
I oohed and ahhed over it for a few minutes before dragging myself away from it. My husband ended up going back the next day to purchase it for me. Now I have this beautiful painting set on my wall
Excuse the glare, as this was the hardest thing to get a decent photo of. I LOVE it! It was so thoughtful of my husband to purchase it for me.
For my birthday my husband also took me to see my family. We have really pulled in the purse strings the past few weeks, and are in a much better financial place now than we were even a few weeks ago. My husband managed to scrape some money together and take me to spend the weekend with my mom and siblings. My mom's birthday is the day after mine, so it is very nice when we get to celebrate together. We had a small party on Saturday night, and I got to relax and enjoy myself with family.
And of my course, my mom and I spent Saturday morning resale shopping (it's our tradition). Armed with the $20 my husband gave me the ok to spend, I found some of the best deals, EVER.
One of them is this fireplace set, which I bought brand new, still in the box.
So all in all, it was a good birthday. I am 25 now, which is still unbelievable. At my age my mom had 3 children. Maybe this year is my year?