The 20's

I'm going to say I'm 29 a lot today. It was a great decade.

I learned the art of book repair from a wonderful 93 year old lady, Ms J.

This guy took me to dinner:

R, 2002

I graduated from a university I had only imagined being able to attend.

My first job included riding Polaris off road vehicles, bucket trucks, and going outside during thunderstorms.

R and I committed to marriage before our God. And honeymooned in Canada.

My sisters and I visited Aunt M and Uncle R in Wales:

My second job included working on hardware that's now orbiting the earth (or, as R likes to say, you have hardware in space!).

I took ballet lessons.

R and I had Disney World season passes for two years. This alone made living in central Florida acceptable.

ALM, MM, R and I visited Ireland, Aunt M and Uncle R in Wales, and Scotland. And we climbed a mountain.

Only picture from the summit - eyes closed.

The Auburn University football team won a BCS national championship. And we watched:

War Eagle

R and I visited, and hiked a bit in, the Grand Canyon:

I met other Christians and taught in a Bible school in Nicaragua:

I watched Discovery STS-133 with my parents and grandparents from across the river; and Endeavour STS-134 launch from the Kennedy Space Center Complex.

I enjoyed numerous family camping trips, eating too much, hiking, and impromptu swimming adventures.

I became a mother.

And I'm now having technical difficulties accessing photos. Ah well. My twenties were wonderful - mainly because of my wonderful family, friends, and coworkers. Oh, and natural wonders and football.