28.

Today I turned twenty-eight.  My family spoiled me mercilessly with a new watch, a couple pairs of shoes, and a frozen cake. Really though, they spoiled me with their love.  Twenty-eight seems like a strange age.  Not quite old, but not really young.  My girls, they liven me.  They make me want to be a kid again, dancing, dancing.  So tonight we danced, danced down a trail, danced into the sunset. 

 

Kerry captured these moments and my twenty-eight year old self is pretty dang thankful.