I have to admit, I am sad to see you go. 28 is dangerously close to 30, and in my mind- I'm still 18.
27 you brought me a year of revelations. You made me a mother on a dark October morning while I sucked viciously on spearmint lifesavers and sang songs from Buffy the Musical. You taught me the true meaning of late nights, introduced me to the sweet smell of a newborn baby, took me to an enchanted cottage where an aggressive rooster wakes me each morning and the stars shine for me at night.
You taught me about growing up. Taking chances. Laying back on the salt (okay, that one may take a while). You brought me my voice again- maybe a little raspier thanks to all of those inhalers I have to take, but finally I have returned to my writing. And it has enveloped me like a warm hug from an old friend.
You have given me countless adventures. Chilly winter nights in Denver lying beside my beautiful sister and our two rowdy daughters. Muggy summer afternoons in Jackson Hole sipping magaritas and playing country songs. Arizona, Estes Park, Montana. How blessed am I to get to devour so much of the world all in one year?
27, thank you for your lessons. Your beauty. Your grace. Thank you for 365 days of delicious growth.
I'm coming for you. <3