Twenty-Five
I am twenty-five. One quarter. I have a husband who is still madly in love with me. I have the most fun little boy in the world. I have the most joyful daughter. I have talents. I have friends. I have incredible family, in-laws and blood. I have endless opportunity. I, amazingly, feel content. I have been able to look at my life lately, and despite the fact that life isn’t perfect, and the little stuff can be tedious and challenging, I feel a deep satisfaction. I feel like I am exactly where I want to be. I have a lot of need for growth, and I definitely want more; I always want more. But right here, right now, it is very good. I am blessed with more of what really matters in life, at twenty-five, than some people ever get to experience. I am grateful. Twenty-five is good.
