27 years young

As most of you are well-aware, I had my birthday this weekend. It was a relaxing weekend, filled with many greetings from friends and family. My wonderful fiance took me to dinner at the Vintage House in Burlington. It's a restaurant that was recommended to him by one of the coaches here in town. I put on my high heels, and Steve wore his gray dress pants; it was nice to dress up and have a "date night." The house was located in a small town about 20 miles from Alva. It was, literally, an old house. We were timid to walk through the front door, in fear that we would be walking into someone's house. The tables were spread about the different rooms and dressed with white laced tablecloths. There were Christmas lights strung about the ceiling and wreaths and garland filled the small chandeliers above the tables. We sat down at a small table beside the door. The menu was filled with different types of steak dinners, and Steve decided on a buffalo rib-eye, while I had the filet. The meal was divine. Dinner ended in a chocolate/peanut butter dessert, smothered in whipped cream and chocolate shavings on top. (The oreo crust sold me) :) The evening was perfect. As we left, a cool breeze greeting us at the door as the sun set slowly behind the fields.

 I can't believe I'm 27 years old. By next summer, it will be 10 years since high school. 10 years!!! Seriously, not to be cliche, but where does the time go!? I feel as though I'm still a teenager. I still love simple things, like watching sunsets and gazing into the dark night, wishing upon a star. I love holding my fiance's hand as we stroll through Wal-Mart, or diving into the words of a well-written author. I love late night phone calls that end in giggles and dancing in my room before I go to bed. I love innocence. I hope that I will forever feel so many years young, and never old.