twenty-six.

doesn't that just sound like a boring number? that's how old i turned today. i've never felt like i was getting old before, but i feel like this birthday might be the one where that feeling starts creeping its way in. and yes, i can already hear a lot of you telling me, "26 is not old! quit your whining!" and yes, i know that. i think it's more that this is the first year that i feel that time is hurtling forward like a rocket, and i'm not altogether sure how to slow it down.but here's the thing. i don't know if i should ask it to please slow down or scream that it should go even faster. because i think that 26 is going to be one of the best years ever. Mister Man and i are going to start looking for a house to buy pretty quick here. and contrary to both of our initial plans, we might be looking in the city for the first casa de zauner, which makes us both very happy for now. because i know someday we will move away from this wonderful place, but for a while at least, i can keep being a city girl.i might even have the chance to be a city mom. you see, this is also the year that we are starting to think about adding the first baby z to the clan. this is no secret to anyone that knows me or has ever had a conversation with me that lasted longer than ten minutes. i love babies. and i definitely want one lots some of my own. and i think that the mister and i have managed to come to a consensus on when to expand this little family of ours. he loves babies too, he just doesn't know how much yet.tonight for my birthday dinner we made a pizza on our pizza stone for the first time. this is what it looked like:it was one of the ugliest things i've ever laid eyes on. but it was so delicious. and i decided it was a metaphor for my 26th year. i might not like it on the outside, but it doesn't matter how it looks to me, it is all going to be so good.plus, my husband's last birthday surprise for me was a pack of gorgeous, metallic sharpie markers. and who wouldn't look forward to a year of writing with these babies? i'm sure there's a metaphor here too, but i think my capacity is one per day.

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