Today I am 22. Years old.
It isn't the year I graduate from college.
It isn't the year I serve a mission.
It isn't the year I move to a different state.
This is not the year I get married for the first time.
Nor is this the year I get drafted into the WNBA.
I have not traveled the world.
I have never left this country.
I haven't been on a cruise.
There was no graduate celebration road trip.
I do not have my own car.
I am not rich.
Not even close.
In this 22nd year of my life, I am forced to realize that absolutely none of my childhood dreams have come true. Not. a. single. one.
My life isn't what it was supposed to be. But somehow it is better. Let's look at this again:
This is the year I received a four-year degree in motherhood.
This is the year I became my own personal mission.
This is the year I fell in love with my state.
And learned the true meaning of marriage (for future reference).
And was drafted as a photographer.
Books are now the world.
...and I have been to many countries.
Cruises are not important.
30 miles is a road trip.
I have a car when I need it.
My family is my house.
My faith is my boat.
I have money for the things I need.
I am close to my Heavenly Father.
Today I am 22. And I see that perspective is a funny thing.