
Last night I celebrated the night of my birth, thirty years ago, with some steak and Scotch. And the love of my life.
It's amazing to think back over the past decade. Looking at that bottle of Scotch, in particular, that was casked before I was even in high school, got me to thinking.

To be fair, I think the 30s are going to be out of this world. But the 20s, oh the 20s:
Left the country for the first time. Then did it again nine other times.
Moved to three different states.
Got my first job. Bought my first car. Got rid of them both.
Spent half of it with my love.
Became a married man.
Had a mohawk. Had a ponytail.
Never gained any weight (still strong at 134).
Fell in love with another school (my wife's).
Buried my best friend.
Believed, for the first time, in Jesus.
Paid off my student loans. Erased all debt.
Lost half my retirement.
Saw the Towers fall from a business class.
Saw the market fall more than my parents ever did.
Finally got to vote blue and it matter.
Established a relationship with my father.
Here's to the next 3650 days and growing a family and whatever else the Good Lord has planned for me. I know it is going to be wild.