Dear 32 year old Brianna,
I am writing you with so many hopes tonight. Right now, you're 22. You have so much ahead of you right now, and I have the feeling it's going to turn out wonderful for us. I'm hoping that you are in, or somewhere close to the place I hope you are, but even if you're not, I know you'll be exactly where you're supposed to be. Just like I just told you in the letter to our 14 year old self, we may be no where near where we thought we'd be, but I wouldn't change it for the world. But I'd like to share a few hopes that I have for you.

First of all, I hope that you have your shit at least somewhat together. I hope that you've learned how to manage your money better, and you can rely on yourself financially, not have to worry about borrowing or anything. I hope that you've stopped taking so much crap from everyone, and focused on yourself more. I hope that you are comfortable with your home and family, and I hope that you've expanded that family from what it is today. I hope that you've stayed as close, if not closer, with your family as you are now. I hope that you're healthy and happy.

I know you're not going to be exactly where I imagine you being, but I know you'll be exactly where you're supposed to be. Keep your head up, and keep your faith. Remember how good God is. And always remember to love yourself.

xoxo, 22 year old Bree