After one hard move and one really long rainy season that packed on half a person, or twice a newborn.
After two trips to Africa.
One bout of food poisoning.
Long sleepless nights of crying.
And very early morning awakenings for prayer.
After giving up pepsi.
And bad desserts that aren't worth it.
The sloth had to go, too.
I'm in my 20s again.
And I'm very, super, yippie-skippy happy about it.