18

Today I am eighteen years old.

I don't know what that means yet.    I certainly don't feel 18.

I still feel like a kid.

I always imagined I would act more mature.  feel more mature.

    Ah well...

This birthday was better than last year.  I had to work at Allen's last year.

I decided birthdays are lame anymore.

But this year I went with my family to a home canning seminar and then to dinner at Wingers.  There was some other stuff too, all good.  My birthday was all good.

Thank you mother.  Whether it sounds goofy or not,  thank you for being my mother.  To list everything you have done for me would be impossible.

Happy Birthday Mom!