I guess there’s something about having a birthday that makes you feel a little more grown up.

It just seems like things have just come my way lately that make me realize that I’m, in fact, putting away some childish things.  Of course, the fact that some of this stuff happened nearly 25 years ago is pretty staggering, but perspective is a good thing even if it’s slow coming.

Life is good.  Not perfect.  Not without difficulty, but incredibly good in so many ways.  In the end, isn’t that all we can really ask for?