A Little ♥ and Soul

My dad had his birthday 2 days ago. Sixty-two years old! That's old...I can't fathom that my oldest brother is getting closer to 40 and that I'm going to turn the big 3-oh in a couple days. It's weird. This getting "old" business is just plain wacky and a little melancholy. I hear 30 isn't bad. I hear 60 isn't bad. I'm not sure I want to believe those people who say age is just a number. I guess in reality it is just a number, but these lines around my eyes are telling me that I'm not going to pull off being told that I look at least 5 years younger than I really am for much longer. Anyway, happy birthday to my numero uno daddy-0! Happy 62 years and hopefully much more to come!

So in about 37 hours I will officially turn 28 years old. I can't believe that I'm actually saying my age out loud. I used to be afraid of getting older. When I was a teenager, turning 25 was scary and I didn't want it to happen. But now, being 25 wasn't so bad. It was actually a pretty enjoyable year. I am, however, very apprehensive of turning 30. That is a number that I was hoping that would have been staved off for a while longer instead of approaching sooner rather than later. Anyhow, I wanted to write this birthday blog now because I'm sure I'll forget to blog on my actual birthday. My family in Idaho is coming down this weekend for my brother and future sister in law's Endowment session. Yeah, my little brother is getting married in a week to a lovely girl. I'm glad that he's finally settling down. Man...I am babbling a lot tonight. Also on my mind: *Money - as per usual. I have to figure out my school and pell grant situation so I can get thi...