The other day I realized that next month I'm going to be 27.

It's a funny feeling thinking I'm so close to being 30. You work so hard to be grown up. 

When you're little you want to be big. You want to have independence, stay up late and make your own decisions.

You concentrate on going to school. 

 And getting your license.

You  follow your dreams, get a job and fall in love. You're so busy for the first twenty-something years of your life, it isn't until you're almost thirty you stop and say "hey, life sure goes by fast."

So from here on out I'm going to sit down each day and hug my baby, take in the sounds of my house, and settle in with my best friend in the evenings. I want to stop and take a picture of each wonderful moment and store it in the back of my mind. 

Because Abraham Lincoln said it best. It's not the years in your life that count. It's the life in your years.