I cried on my 18th birthday. I thought 17 was such a nice age. You're young enough to get away with things, but you're old enough, too.

Oh, my God, this amazing cool breeze is coming through my window and the sun is shining. I'm happy.

I love my dad, although I'm definitely critical of him sometimes, like when his pants are too tight. But I love him so much and I try to be really supportive of him.

When I was pregnant. I exercised and was healthy, but it was also the first time since I was 14 that I wasn't on a diet.

Life excites me-just little, normal, everyday things. Getting out of bed. Getting dressed. Making food. I find it all exciting.