Day 8: Write about someone you think would make a great president

Growing up, I've always said my dad would make an excellent president. He's thoughtful, honest, deliberate, respected, thorough, has more integrity than anyone I know and most importantly, he's an American in every sense of the world. I've never met a man who loves this country more than him. I've never known anyone to take more pride in this country and what it stands for. He believes in the immense power and possibility this country has to offer, as well as believing in the values that this country was built upon. He takes pride, but is never proud. He is confident, but never arrogant.  He's intelligent but never cocky. He believes but is not naive. He works hard, but plays harder.

My reason for not blogging all weekend - my best was in town :)
Go after your dreams Lauren, I'm so proud of you. Go get 'em.

After the perfect birthday weekend, it's time to get back to the countdown.

Day 6 - Describe the earliest thing you can remember. 

Over Memorial Day weekend I was sitting around the outside patio table with my family having them help me with this assignment. I was having a hard time determining what I actually remember versus what pictures and endless stories have done to me. So after stories about hairspray bottles, singing to Kids Incorporated, 1/2 water - 1/2 orange juice, scary basements and chicken pocks, I think I've determined what I actually remember. 

I was born in Littleton, Colorado on June 8, 1987 (did I just age myself?). I had the chance to live right behind my best friend Cara, we even had this really awesome gate that allowed us to go between houses. She was born 6 months after I was ever since that moment, we've been best friends, it was basically a friendship that was meant to be. My earliest memories have a lot to do with activities that involved her, as does my very first, hence this blog and the reason for this story. So, it was my birthday, I loved birthdays then and I still love them now (8 days till mine! whoo!) We had this amazing Little Tikes picnic table that used to be located outside. But for my birthday, it was allowed to be brought inside the house. It was perfect because it enabled us to have a little party, but a lot of class. I remember Cara and I, and her brother Marc sitting at this table. I was turning three, what a great age, and it was perfect. My best friend, my perfect picnic table and my birthday. All I really remember is being there with her. It wasn't a crazy vague memory that defines who I was, but it was the first memory I have of being completely content and absolutely happy in the place I was in. I think this memory is the reason I love birthdays and the reason I correlate so much happiness with birthdays. I just can't get enough. Luckily for me, Cara still plays a huge role in my life, and to this day has yet to forget my birthday.