A little over a week ago, while on my mountain vaycay, I turned 2-8. As this particular birthday drew closer on the calendar I began to remember a school journal entry I wrote in 6th grade. I answered the question, "What do you think is the best age?" Incase it is hard to read my sloppy cursive (which i then thought was near perfect calligraphy - ha! look at that crazy B!) in the picture, here is what it says (grammar mistakes not sparing):
"I think twenty-eight is the best day and age for me because it is filled with possibilities! When I'm twenty-eight I'll be out of collage and probably I'll be out of school for my profession. (an ecologist may-be) I'll also hopeflly be happily married. I can't wait till I'm twenty-eight. I hope twenty-eight will be as fun as I hope it will be. If it is, I can't wait."
Well, well well... where to start? I'm not an ecologist. If I would allow you to see more of this journal you would discover that 6th grade (really 2nd - 7th grade) Blair was obsessed with endangered animals, solar power, recycling, deforestation, etc. I even got a phone call from President Bill Clinton's secretary about my ideas for bettering the environment... but thats a whoooolle different story. What I didn't quite know then is that math and science are required to be an ecologist or zoologist or veterinarian and well, I'm not exactly best friends with either of those subjects.
Happily married? Great foresight 6th grade me, you nailed that one on the head. David, my love, you are more than 12-year-old me could have imagined. Wonder what I would have thought If I could have known that I would meet you only 7 years after writing that journal entry? My favorite years started when I met you.
28 is filled with possibilities? Heck yes it is!