I experienced my third college visit.
Run-throughs for the Helen Keller ballet began.
I started working on my bun, amused by the curly after-effects.
I helped with an art-themed birthday party for my favorite six-year-old triplets.
My family ate Croute Appenzel at Andre's, an almost legendary dish in our household.
We also enjoyed a slightly damp morning at an amusement park.
I fell out of a leap and experienced my first real dance injury.
Thankfully nothing was broken, soreness and swelling stayed at a minimum, and I recovered after dancing gently a couple of weeks.
In the mean time, I baked paleo banana bread.
I began ACT prep for my final time. I found these words to be rather a good differentiation on life as well as standardized tests. . .
The puppies were happy.
The colors of flowers were also happy.
And the road continued. . .