Two Decades.

I can't wait for January 30, 2013.  I will be able to have a once-in-a-lifetime facebook status.  It will say "It's my birthday tomorrow.  No one here could know I was born this Thursday, 22 years ago."  I indeed was born on a Thursday just like Mr. Jon Foreman -- who is pretty awesome if you didn't know already.  So, look for this status in a year and 355 days.

So.  Here I sit.  A 20 year old.  A girl in her 20's.  Woah.  This is just weird, strange, and slightly overwhelming. A lot will happen (potentially) in my 20's.  I will most likely graduate... I don't know why I wouldn't.  There's a pretty big chance that, while I don't have a boyfriend, I will get married.  If I do get married, there is a fairly large chance I will have children.  In my 20's.  I am 20.

It's a lot to ponder.  I've never really cared that much about how old I am.  The last time I remember being pumped about being a year older was when I was turning 13.  Come on.  Everyone wants to be a teenager.  But I don't know... There's just something about being 20.  I don't even think I'll care that much about turning 21 since I am not a huge fan of alcohol, and aside from being able to legally drink, what good is 21?  But I digress.

I have successfully lived two decades.  Go me!  And I have to say, I'm feel really great with where I'm at.  I feel like I have great friends, a great support group, a flat out amazing family, and a great life ahead of me.  I just hope that I am living each and every day doing what God wants and that I am pleasing to Him.