So today I turn eighteen. I can feel the arthritis and memory loss coming on already.
Ran 18 kilometers this morning to celebrate! Mom and dad came along too and walked 10. The sun came out near the end of my run and I finished right next to a wedding.
Had an absolutely lovely day with my parents. Frozen yogurt and gelato for lunch, and fudge, coffee and mango cheesecakes for dessert. My favorite gift wasn't the necklace they had saved for three years, the purse, or the four leaf clover chain, but the most heartfelt letter my dad wrote me that I'm almost afraid to read it because I know won't be able to get through it without breaking down.
I feel like there should be Taylor swift song for this.