My mom will be wierded out probably when she reads this, but my whole life I never thought I'd be thirty. I have no idea why, but I thought I'd die before I hit 30. When I made it to 30, I decided maybe it was getting out of 30 that was the problem. As of today, I made it. I'm officially 31. I got to dig potatoes with Makili, play soccer with Raph in the Sant Bani alumni soccer game, and eat dinner at Ann's house. I got to pick flowers from my garden and run my 2.5 mile loop this morning and I'm hoping a for a little dip in the lake before the day is done. Maybe even under moonlight with my sweetheart. Could definitely be worse.
