As I woke up a whole year older this morning I thought to myself, how did this happen? Just yesterday I was 15 years old, willing the perfect age of 16 to come along so I could drive. Then I couldn't wait to turn 18; with it came adulthood, so I thought.
Now I feel like I've reached the age where I am willing time to slow down. Another year older? Really? But where did 22, 23, 24, 25, and 26 go? How can this happen? You blink and suddenly you're here, turning 27 years old.
With that, my birthday wish is that time would go a little slower, just today.