When I turned 23, my insurance went down. I could rent a car. I was older than 21 and younger than 25. I was married a year and learned the difference between being in love and loving someone.
On this, my Ryan's 23rd birthday, my wishes for him are that he'll never need to make a claim with his insurance, enjoy whatever car he ever rents, contentment with whatever age he is, and that love and wisdom are his lifelong compadres.
Thank You, Lord, for 23.
