Twenty is an insignificant birthday.  I’m old enough that I’m definitely a grown up, but too young to have any new privileges.  Not that I’m much of a drinker anyway.

 

I remember when my twin friends Austin and Brandon Schauer turned twenty and how weird I thought that was.  They didn’t look any more mature…

 

So today I’ll celebrate by working for five or so hours, driving home to watch the Nuggets thug it out with LA, and hopefully coming home in time to hug my parents and start a load of laundry before bed.

 

There is a lot I’m thankful for.  My life is brilliant and so full of meaning because Jesus is doing a good work in me.  He reanimates my body every morning when he wakes me up, as he has for the last 7300 days without fail.

 

Cheers to a lot more really good years.  The lines for me have fallen in pleasant places.

 

Also I noticed just now that i’m in the middle of Your picture has been my blog for  a year now.  So that’s neat too.