It Only Took 24 Years...

But after being born and raised a Texan, I finally got my first pair of real cowboy boots for my birthday this weekend. I don't think I've ever seen my parents so excited as when I came downstairs and told them that's what I wanted to do for my birthday. (You know you're a Texan when...) So, without further ado, here are the beauties in all their glory.

 

Every year I start to feel increasingly disturbed by how old I'm getting because I definitely still feel like I'm 18 years old. So, turning 24 feels... bizarre. But I'm owning it - I think. However, I have definitely decided that for the big 2-5 something epic needs to happen. So let's all start brainstorming now. Please feel free to make suggestions below. 

And lastly, a big thank you to all of my family and friends who made my day so great. Birthdays do in fact get lamer the older you get, but it's always nice to get to spend the day with those you love the most. So, thank you for coming to hang out with me or for the calls/texts/Facebook notes. It all means the world to me!