This thing happened last week where it was my birthday.

(I am terrible though, and didn't get ANY pictures! So have these self-indulgent photobooth pics from the time I thought my eye makeup game was strong.)

I got a group of friends together to go laser tagging, and we had so much fun that we ended up playing a second round. 

Then I got to partake of three different pumpkin pies. Everyone that knows me that I believe, with all my heart, that pies are infinitely better than cake. I've had a pumpkin pie instead of a birthday cake since I was 9 years old.

My cousins came up from Utah over the weekend and we all got to hang out at Grandma and Grandpa's house. It was a nice birthday. My mom sent me those puppy jim-jams and the slippers, and tea. Raspberry and vanilla, the best tea in the world.

My friends and family are really really good to me.

I can't really believe I'm 22, but it will hit me at some point, I'm sure. 

If I ever start to freak out, I can just remember this: