Quarter life crisis

This month I turned the big two five. All that kept passing through my head from the moment I opened my eyes on my birthday was that damn John Mayer song trying to convince me that I was having a quarter life crisis. Turns out, I'm having just the opposite. I'm turing twenty-five and I couldn't imagine my life playing out more perfectly than if I planned it all out in a dream. I have a wonderful husband, a beautiful son who has my whole heart, and I get to watch it all unfold while raising him as a stay at home mother.

Last birthday, I was nine months pregnant and very, VERY tired and and did I mention very, VERY pregnant. So needless to say, my birthday slipped away while I enjoyed a little bit of happiness diving into some cake. Instead, this year I allowed myself to dance around forcing everyone to sing me "Happy Birthday" and tell me how wonderful I am! I had to soak it all in and be completely ridiculous about it. Then as my mother franticly tried to get my family birthday dinner together, I forced my loved ones to take way too many pictures with me because the truth is, I had to show off my new birthday dress! 

Odds are I'll be pregnant next birthday and again just let the day slip away with cake in tow. So not only did I enjoy my day of childlike excitement, but I feel completely justified in it! I might be officially old now, but I will not give into it on this day of all days, myyyyy birthdayyyyy! 

Enjoy the way too many pictures we took!

Oh and did I mention it's the "year of the fives" again? I turned 25 followed by Tess turning 30 and the baby sister, Rachel, turning 20....man we are old.

My beautiful antique locket given to me by my cute husband :)

I'm not sure why, but every since I had Ramsey I've had an image in my head I've been dying to capture but didn't know exactly what it should look like. I wanted to capture my grandmother's love for not only her children, but for her great-grandchildren as well. I know when she views these pictures she will inevitably complain about how she is posed, or how she is making a certain face, but all I see is a stunning woman and baby wrapped in her warmth. 

As for my grandfather, I see a man who values strength, structure and discipline...and as time goes on a more sensitive soul. A man who fights to make in impact in his children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren. He thinks no one hears his words, but they linger in my mind at all times. 

All three cousins crawled the halls my siblings and I once played in as babies, and ran the field we once thought went on forever. I can't convey how touching it was to place my child in the same places I loved so long ago. Such wonderful memories we continue to make with such impactful people.