Tomorrow I turn twenty again.
Personally, I think recycling is a grand idea. Don't you?
I'm leaving tomorrow night for the Women of Faith conference in southern California. My parents treated me to the event and bought my airfare to commemorate my
In the form of liberal amounts of alcohol.
Okay, they won't. I wouldn't drink it anyway. I'm a pastor's wife. And I'm turning twenty. Not 21.
I've enjoyed living through my twenties. They were eventful, to say the least. I graduated from college, got married, successfully raised a golden retriever, experienced the birth of my two children, moved away from the only place I'd ever called home, went to New York for the first (and second) time, relaxed on the white sand beaches of Hawaii, toured Israel, taught, learned, and grew in ways I never thought possible.
It was a good decade.
Might as well do it again, right?
Happy re-twentieth birthday to me.