teddiseven and a half

Today I am 27 and a half, but really I am teddiseven and a half.

And oh, what a glorious six months it has been!

A few things to confess:

When I was planning my birthday party that is now affectionately and infamously known as #teddiseven, I thought to myself, wouldn't it be great if this were the year that I meet that great guy. And so I decided that I may as well go out with a bang and be the rockin' single gal that I am. A dinner with an open bar, bottles in a club and Patron party favors were in order. And it was a thousand percent  the best party I've ever had in my life. 

A dear friend of mine recently turned 25 and was feeling a bit down on her luck about being single and not living quite the life she'd imagined she would be. To which I said you know what, it gets better. Hang in there. My life began at 25.

And it's true.

My mom recently told me that I've completely reverted back to who I was as a child. When I was little, I would wake up every day and sing at the top of my lungs. Life was good and I was a happy ball of energy that couldn't be contained. Still am. I no longer sing upon waking, but I sure do smile. 

So as good as these first six months were, I can't wait to see what the next six bring. I'm traveling to California to visit a best friend I made on Birthright. I'm hosting my first bridal shower. And then my second. My two best friends are getting married. I'm spending Thanksgiving with Nana for the first time in 5 years. 

My mom was right. No matter how old I am, I will always be that kid. Happy teddiseven and a half to me!

And yes... I'm already planning teddieight.