For some reason every year when my birthday rolls around I get a bit sentimental.
I always get sad thinking another year of my life is coming to a close. I'm so weird that way.
I want to be young forever.
So let me reminisce a bit about being 20 years old.
It was BY FAR my FAVORITE age so far.
I traveled across the world. met the sweetest children alive, who
will always have a piece of my heart. I became closer to my family than
ever and enjoyed the time we got to spend together.
I met new friends
who instantly became like family.
I spent one last crazy summer with my friends who matter most and did the kind of things you can only get away with when you're young.
I spent one last crazy summer with my friends who matter most and did the kind of things you can only get away with when you're young.
I learned what it felt like to live
FREE and I hope I always live this way.
I met the man of my dreams, fell
in love and got ENGAGED.( holy. didn't see that one coming.)
In a lot of ways I found myself and my place in this world, even if just in a small degree.
So here it is. my top 20 photos from my 20th year.
It's safe to say this was a BIG Year for me.
"What they don’t understand about birthdays and what they never tell you is that when you’re eleven, you’re also ten, and nine, and eight, and seven, and six, and five, and four, and three, and two, and one. And when you wake up on your eleventh birthday you expect to feel eleven, but you don’t. You open your eyes and everything’s just like yesterday, only it’s today. And you don’t feel eleven at all. You feel like you’re still ten. And you are — underneath the year that makes you eleven.
Like some days you might say something stupid, and that’s the part of you that’s still ten. Or maybe some days you might need to sit on your mama’s lap because you’re scared, and that’s the part of you that’s five. And maybe one day when you’re all grown up maybe you will need to cry like if you’re three, and that’s okay. That’s what I tell Mama when she’s sad and needs to cry. Maybe she’s feeling three.
Because the way you grow old is kind of like an onion or like the rings inside a tree trunk or like my little wooden dolls that fit one inside the other, each year inside the next one. That’s how being eleven years old is."
