I'd just like to record here and now that I am satisfied with the decade that is marching its way out the door. A lot of it was filled with college, a mission, travel, dating, introspection, figuring out what to do with my life, wishing a heavenly host would come down from the sky to tell me what to do, etc. etc. etc. There was angst, there was sorrow, there was joy, there were nostril-flared laughing spells, see what I'm saying? It's about what I think it should be. And I was very lucky to fall in love with the right guy about 70% of the way through my 20s, and because of that I have good reason to be excited about what's going happen in my 30s (and 40s, 50s, etc.). I'm sure there will also be bouts of sorrow, and joy, and nostril-flared laughing spells, but a healthy and loving companionship enhances all the good and makes the bad easier to swallow.
I'd also like to record I spent a good chunk of the last day of my 20s at your favorite place and mine,
Hours of my life (and Jude's), but I thought I'd better get my license renewed. It's just one of the many lessons of responsibility that were solidified in my brain during my 20s.
Survival of the DMV with a wild man was made possible by stroller straps and buckle, lots of food, my iPhone and a miracle. Jude took some artistic photos of the glory that surrounded us.
And here I am with one of my all-time favorite products of my 20s.
Welcome, 30, welcome.