These last few weeks have kicked my immune systems trash. Luckily I havent had anything too bad, but man... I have had more nights feeling pretty icky than I would ever prefer! Unfortunately, my birthday was the worst of it.
That's right, I had a birthday and I am officially not my most favorite age ever. Goodbye 22, hello....23.
It's all okay because Brady and I had Cafe Rio, on the couch, watching episode after episode of Black List, a mini nap, and the best hand AND foot massage ever, from Mr. Perdue himself. I know... i know... lucky gal I am.
Obviously I love my birthday. Who doesn't love a day that's completely dedicated to them? But, I just don't know how your ever supposed to top this year.
Recap shall we?
April. Brady graduated BYU
June. Graduated from Paul Mitchell
December. Fell in love
March. Got engaged!
August. Married my most favorite human bean even. Yes, bean.
& TWO of my besties got married
October. Brady started interviewing at schools! woo!
November. Thanksgiving with BOTH of my families
December. Owner of a real camera and officially entered my 23rd year
Even though I kid, I am so excited for this next year of my life. New adventures are surely coming our way (moving...not babies...) and I could not be more excited.
I know as I have gotten older I have gotten more emotional, but this birthday was something else. The love I felt from so many friends, family, strangers, coworkers.... it was overwhelming. My amazing friend, Jaclyn left a message on my phone with all her kiddos, who I love more that I could ever say, and it brought my to tears. It's one of those you hold onto forever.
Thank you, thank you, thank you.
xo, whitney perdue
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