23

  It was 3:00 a.m. when my little sister Julianna and I crawled out of bed, slung our backpacks and camera bag into the backseat of my VW Jetta and headed for the mountains.  It is absolutely ridiculous to get up that early, drive a few hours, hike a mile or two, and sit on a on big rock to watch the sun rise over your birthday... But what can I say... That's all I wanted.  I wanted to see the way God painted the sky on that morning... on that trail... on that mountain.   I am twenty-three years old as of yesterday.

I will tell you, it was worth it.  There is nothing quite as promisingly beautiful as a sunrise.  Beginnings are good!  Birthdays are good.  Growing older is good! 

  23 is a good number! ;)