Today marks a month since our wedding day. I cannot believe how quickly time is flying. In just a few days it will be Thanksgiving, then before we know it, Christmas, and then — poof! My birthday. Good old 26, which will officially move me out of my early-20s and push me that much closer to 30.

At least I can take solace that Michael will always be older than me. Sorry, babe. I’ll throw you a great 30th birthday party in a few years while I secretly dance around singing to myself, “I’m still in my twenties!”

I’m actually not freaked about 30. I mean, it’s four years away. There’s a lot of awesomeness that I anticipate in the next four years that by the time I get to 30, I hope to be actually excited about it.

Kids. Bigger house. Successful career. Book?

To die for shoe closet. No question mark there.

In the mean time, I think I better take a good look around me and bask in the glow of my twenties. Because time? It’s flying.