Today, the second day of July, is my birthday. I didn't even realize it until Sean came running in from the other room at 12:12 yelling "IT'SYOURBIRTHDAY!IT'SYOURBIRTHDAY!IT'SYOURBIRTHDAY!" He is clearly more excited than I am. And I have to say for the record, that Sean is terrible gift-giver...not to say he doesn't get GOOD gifts. His gifts are always thoughtful and awesome and totally spot on. But he's just always so excited to give them to me, that I end up opening them no where near the actual birthday/holiday. He's all: "Can I give you your gift now?" And I'm all: "No. It's not my birthday yet." And then he's like: "How about now?" Me: "Nope. Still not my birthday." Sean: "How about..." And then I get naked simply to distract him from asking again. Works every time.

But, the first 15 minutes of being 26 years old is already off to a way better start than last year. And just now in the kitchen, after opening one of my gifts from Sean (the other one he gave me, I shit you not, 3 months ago. In his defense it was a Spring coat, so it made perfect sense to receive it early. But still. Case in point.), he took my hand twirling me around. Then stopped me, looked deep into my eyes and said, "You look good..." And just as I was about to kiss him he added "...for 26."

Moment gone. But I rolled my eyes and kissed him anyway. Because I'm so totally mature now, being 26 and all, that I can ignore little slams like that.

And, let's face it--I still get carded for R-rated movies. So I don't have to worry about looking too old. Not yet at least.