i've spent the better part of this last year thinking i was turning 23. again. and then i finally did the math and realized that i am in fact now just a year from the big 2-5. so apparently my 'bad-at-math' extends to not remembering how old i am. or the date of our wedding anniversary (ok, so i have to check with nate. whatever.) here's hoping my 24th year is full of a whole bunch of happy.