This Day 26 Years Ago...

...was the day that I was born.

Yes, today is my 26th birthday. For me, my birthday is a celebration of a life that I feel I take for granted sometimes. It's the one day each year that I can truly reflect upon as being a real Thanksgiving time. Without going much into it, I will say that I am very blessed to be alive today.

As my little celebration, I wanted to share a little piece of me in photographs.

Baby me with my Daddy. One of my most treasured photos (in a beautifully engraved silver frame).

Baby me with my Momma. My mom looks so beautiful here.

My second birthday. Look at my baby smile!

My dad used to wear baseball caps all the time. When I was little,

I wanted to be just like him. I loved my hats too.

A fashionista before my own time - at 5 or 6 wearing a quilted blazer, a black

belt cinched around my mid-section, and a cute dress underneath.

Me with my Grandpa (Great Grandpa) Lee. He passed a couple of years ago on my birthday,

and this one of the fondest memories with him.

Now for bed. I have an hour and 32 minutes left of my birthday, and I intend to only sleep for the remainder as I am so very tired from a long day.

Have a fantastic evening, my loves!

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