eighteen.

Today I turned eighteen; and actually, I do feel a little different. Usually birthdays feel like any other day with the exception of a present or two and a bit of cake. However, eighteen is different, isn't it? It's looking back at all of those years of childhood and realizing that soon you'll need to carve an Alpine path for yourself. Pondering the girl of twelve, fourteen, sixteen -- it's hard to believe I have blazed through so many years. I remember reading what Madison said about turning eighteen over on her blog. It sums up so many of my feelings about this upcoming year.

The best part about turning eighteen, though, was the amazing surprise picnic my closest friends shocked me with. It was so incredible that I won't even begin to describe it from the fear I won't do it justice. Suffice it to say, British accents were in abundance, as were Austen quotes. The tea and dainty foods were perfect, as were our flowy dresses. It was a day I'll treasure forever, because of the friendship and love that filled me with thankfulness and joy.

Here's a peak into my afternoon.

And yes, my friends are incredibly beautiful!