My best friend turned twenty-two today. Twenty Two. Growing up I always thought being in your twenties meant you were really cool and all
knowing. Probably because I was very little and still wore scrunchies in my hair, listening to Aqua because everyone at school did. I prefer
balloons to flowers. They bounce. And they are happy, have you ever seen a sad balloon? Me either. Now I just need to bake her a cake......
a gluten free, dairy free treat. Bless her