Not every day is perfect. Not everyday works out just as you planned. Not everyday is worth remembering forever. So when you do have a perfect day that works out just as planned and will be stuck in your memory forever, it just makes you glad to be alive. I woke up at 6:30 this morning, worked out, ate a delicious breakfast of strawberries and an omelette, and then went off on an adventure with my best friend in the whole world, my mother. I do not think that I can adequately describe the marvelousness of this day with my limited vocabulary, and so that in order for you to take a glimpse into the window of my life, I shall share with you a picture timeline of the last seven hours.