Driving home from the store tonight Will decided to let me know he's been thinking about the future:

"Mom, when you get older and older and I'm an adult, I'll take care of Reagan and raise her for you, ok?"

"She'll be an adult too by then."

"No, you're having another birthday next year.  I don't think Reagan will be an adult by then and you'll just be too old to care for us next year.  I'll take care of her for you though, so don't worry."

I was feeling ok about turning 30.  Until today.