26

On Friday, I turned 26. It’s hard to believe that a whole year ago I was visiting San Francisco and celebrating my 25th birthday. Though a lot has changed, I am pretty confident that aside from getting engaged, my greatest victory in my 25th year was growing out the terrible haircut I had when it began.

For my birthday, my friends at work decorated my desk, Andy gave me an amazing portrait of myself and Penelope drawn by Gemma Correll, I sported a fancy manicure (completely borrowed from Nailside), and I traveled to Atlanta where I had the perfect birthday meal at Soul Vegetarian.

Here’s to a 26th year even better than the 25th, with more luck, more success, and better decisions, haircut and other.