22

I'm big now, bigger than 21. Now that I'm big I hope I'm a wiser person by the time I'm 23. 

Today we started off at the Imperial War Museum (Mom, I ate almost all the reeses you sent me by 9:30 AM. I ate them on the way to our field trip). I really like learning about the World Wars, but along with the Holocaust exhibit, they made me wish that it wasn't my birthday. Or that humans didn't celebrate birthdays because there are too many bad things have happened to people or are happening now to people for birthday joys to justify themselves. 

Then I came home and saw the best digital birthday card I've ever received, from Nan and a lot of the people I love most in the world, and read through a bunch of love emails from the Daddy and the Mama (and the Amylyn and the Bdot and the Seth and the Courtney and the Cass and the Shelly and the Aunt Brynne and lots of lovely people I'M SORRY IF YOU HAVEN'T BEEN MENTIONED I STILL APPRECIATE YOU (Brynnie I loved skyping you today) does anyone even read this blog? jk mom I know you do) and I couldn't stop smiling or crying.

We tried to go see Woman in Black tonight (because a haunted play in London before Halloween sounds like the best thing) but it was sold out, so we went to Contagion, and now I'm afraid of germs. ME. Afraid of germs (Brady will appreciate that, I still don't believe that socks have to match each other so maybe that will cancel out any germ progress) (AND I don't think it'll last, it's already wearing off. Don't get me wrong though, I have good hygiene. I shower every day. Oh except I also have lice, guys. LICE).
Happy birthday again Dad. I love you.