Thirty

I guess you would say I'm sentimental.
For the first time in a long time I spent a weekend crying over things that well are just kind of sappy.

List of things I cried about:

• How much I love my siblings.
  
• Corny love songs.
  
• God.
• Seussical

Friday was Shannon's birthday and so we read the family journal. It's kind of our habit to read the journal on birthdays because we want to think back on how cute and funny we all were when we were little. Halfway through reading a story about Shannon, I just burst into tears. My mom looked over and was like what's wrong. I was like I miss being home with you all every day. The funny thing was that the next paragraph in the journal was talking about how we had been reading the journal and I started crying. I was like omw this is deja vu.

I was a great weekend. I just have to go to bed. So much I would like to write about right now. An outline for my book feels like something that can't be achieved as of now but I won't give up!