I seriously forget how old I am all the time. And it is NOT because I want to lie about my age. For real, I just forget. I am not a number person. I forget when we got married, what year the girls were born, and my own age. Yikes. But I know I turned 31 this weekend and we had the best day and a half away (more later) after a few really trying and rough weeks. Evy continues to do much better and Jason and Anni are great. We all ditched work and school this morning but are now back in time to teach and start anew. I am refreshed. I am thankful. Because I have so much to be grateful for.
And I am 31. Just for the record.