a quarter.

on a tuesday in august, i turned twenty-five.
it was a sweet, simple day.
it was a perfect day.

we went out to eat
and were the only table in the room with a baby.
jude was hilarious and feisty.
she fake coughed so much and so loud
that it sounded like an old man was in the room.
cory and i laughed the more ridiculous she got
which only encouraged her.

i feel like i keep beating a dead horse when i say this,
but everything is so much better with jude in our lives.
everything.

i loved twenty-four.
it was such a blessed year.
a house. a baby.
growing & learning & changing.
another year loving that sweet man i married.

i can only hope twenty-five
will be as happy and hard and wonderful.