Today is the last day of my twenties. As I reluctantly notice the time creeping dangerously close to tomorrow, I have been reflecting on this past decade.

In 2001, I turned 20.  I was a junior at Baylor University, living with my best friend, Ashley.  I have zero recollection (a curse of the 29th year) of what I did for that 20th birthday.  Regardless of the events, that day kicked off my third decade. Here are a few decade highlights that I do remember…

I have traveled to Australia, Brazil, Uganda and Switzerland.
I celebrated my 21st birthday in the Australian Outback.
I went alligator hunting in the Amazon River.
I drove a van within 30 feet of a lion in the Uganda bush.
I bungee jumped into the Nile River.
I graduated from Baylor University with my Bachelor’s degree and University of Texas with my Master’s degree.
I moved to Austin and never left.
I became a partner of Austin Stone Community Church.
I have had two real (paying) jobs.
I have run 13 marathons in 12 states and DC.
I have had 10 addresses.
I lived through my darkest season so far.
I experienced forgiveness and restoration like I wouldn’t have dared to dream.

And if that’s not enough for 10 years…

I met the man of my dreams.
I got engaged and married.
I gave birth to the best kid in the world.

The 20s weren’t so bad.  Here’s to you, 30s.  I hope you are better than I can imagine.