I celebrated another wonderful year of life yesterday.
As I thought about my upcoming 24th birthday over the past couple of weeks, I've realized that 23 has been the year for "Me".
I'm happy with the choices I've made.
I love my life and the people I've allowed in it.
I love the woman I am, because I've worked hard to become her.
I love being married to a man who helps me become better even if he doesn't realize it.
And I can honestly say that if my 12-year-old-self were to look at my life now, she would be proud.
And that's a good feeling.