I really love this little group of pictures. And him, I love him.
My golden birthday is a week from Saturday! (Golden birthday: I'm turning 26 on the 26th) I'm having a little birthday dinner in Manhattan on that Friday with some girlfriends and Matt and I are doing something on Saturday. I don't know what we're doing, but I'm dying to know and he won't tell me.
The other day I was begging him to tell me and after a while I thought I was really going to get the answer so I told him not to tell me no matter how much I begged.. but I still really want to know, but I don't want to know, but I do. That makes sense right? So far I know that we are not going hiking. Other than that it's a mystery. I'm too impatient for surprises.