26.

Yesterday, Peter and I celebrated my 26th birthday.  We were in Weimar, Germany.  It was cloudy and a bit wet, but the air smelled of damp autumn leaves and freshly lit fireplace fires.  We moseyed around the city and stopped for tea, soup and beer anytime out little hearts felt like it.  

It was the most perfect of days and I have to say that I am one extremely lucky and grateful 26 year old.  It's weird to get older and to realize how quickly life seems to go by.  But, if yesterday says anything about how this coming year will be, I know it will be beautiful.