It turns out that it costs money to make corrections to your birth certificate. even if it`s their fault. Plus, it`s made for a great story over the past 16 years, and I`ve been able to celebrate two birthdays! (Don`t think I won`t celebrate today AND tomorrow!) These days, I almost forget that my actual birthday is only tomorrow. My family and even my husband gave in to the fact that I also celebrate the 26th. And you know, I`m not complaining. On my twenty-third birthday, I signed the letter of offer for my first very big job as a girl and started again the six-year period when Seth and I would work in the same place. On my twenty-fourth birthday, we signed the purchase of our first home together. And on my twenty-fifth birthday, well.. We did something a little crazy, but it`s a story for another post. Soon. I love it so much!! ❤❤❤ Happy birthday to you, my friend! Here is the end of our 20 years and a whole new decade of memories! 🥂 Shortly before my birthday last year, I attended a photography workshop in Birmingham. It was a huge investment for me.
I`m known to be frugal (or imaginative, as I like to call it) in many areas of life, so it was hard to bear the cost, but I felt like it was the next step. As if there was something I needed. Shortly after the twenty-fifth birthday, we celebrated with our family and friends the day when we always consider the most beautiful day of our lives. You will see a LOT of these photos here, because now. I wish I could live this day again and again. (But with the knowledge I have today about how to plan a wedding! Haha!) In the almost five years we have lived in Shreveport, we have lived a lot of life. We got our passports and made two great trips across the Atlantic, traveled all over the United States – near and far, met some of the most amazing people and made lovely friends, adopted our poodle boy and really put in a rhythm with our extracurricular activities. (Oh, and I ran the Disney Princess Half Marathon and had back surgery. Nbd.) Which brings me to my twenty-ninth birthday.
The year that brought me the greatest freedom and unimaginable joy. The year I gave myself the gift of self-employment. However, this anniversary comes with some pretty serious mixed feelings. I wouldn`t say I`m necessarily afraid of getting older, but after spending the morning collecting photos of my twenties for this post, I`ll say I`m a little sad to keep putting away some of my biggest memories so far. As a U.S. multinational operating in other countries, Etsy must comply with economic sanctions and trade restrictions, including those imposed by the U.S. Treasury Department`s Office of Foreign Assets Control (OFAC). This means that Etsy or anyone using our Services may not transact with specific people, locations, or products from locations designated by government agencies such as OFAC, in addition to trade penalties imposed by applicable laws and regulations. But like life, the twenties also had some really incredible moments in store for us. Basic moments. Moments that created me and continue to shape who I am. Finally, Etsy members should be aware that third-party payment processors such as PayPal can independently track transactions for compliance and block transactions as part of their own compliance programs.
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I spent the fall watching Undefeated Auburn Football, working with a group of people I can`t even think of without the biggest swelling of the heart (my God, I wish I could go back to those days of the AUC and tell myself how much I would enjoy them now!), and creating memories that I really need to write, to preserve the joy they bring me.
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