Growing up astounds me. It seems as if you reach a point where you plateau. Where you mentally stay a certain age.
I am 31, but I still feel like I am 26. I look at my life and am completely floored that I have been married for almost 6 years and have 2 kids?! What the WHAT?! When did that happen? Why is life going so fast?!
And also, to confirm my adultness, I feel this great need to yell at kids, who are riding bikes, to wear a helmet. Don’t they know how important their little brains are?!
Yep, I’m a full-blown, rule-screaming grown up.
And please excuse the wrinkled skirt. I guess I’m not a full-blown ironing grown-up. 😉
(Shirt: Old Navy Skirt: Old Navy Belt: Ann Taylor Loft Shoes: Goodwill-Jessica Simpson)
I’ll never be a ” full-blown ironing grown-up!” Love that!
I thought you were still 26!!
that pink is SUCH a good color on you!!