Day {1} of the birthday festivities.
My best friend and I share a birthday and celebrate together every year.
(we're one day apart - friend soul mates? you betcha!)
What a fun night it was & it just reminded me how little things are what make a birthday so amazing.
Friends...
Perfect Presents...
Balloons...
Flowers...
Dancing my little heart out...
Eating hotdogs @ 2am...
Hilarious cab drivers...
Playing pool & not sinking any balls...
Finding the other birthday girl taking a nap...
Blue Hawaiian cocktails - one word - addicting...
Not acting my age...
I don't think it matters how old we're turning, I feel like every year the party trumps the previous year. Who cares about age anyhow?
The way I see it, age is simply a case of mind over matter.
I definitely don't mind. So it really doesn't matter!
























































