Two of my relatives had birthdays this week. My grandmother turned 90 on Tuesday and my niece turned 3 today.

I was 3 once. It seems like a very long time ago, but it happened. I hope I make it to 90. That would be fun.

Most of all, I hope I don’t take a single day for granted and that I appreciate each and every day I wake up to as a gift from God. I hope I can always look for the good and find the minute blessings and small joys in each day.

I hope I can always be a better person today than I was yesterday. A better son, a better friend, and hopefully one day (God willing) a better husband and a better father.

Most of all, I hope that if people remember anything about me, it would have been that they saw Jesus in me and felt His grace through me. Of course if all they remember is the grace of God and not me or my name, that will be okay.

I always tell people that I’m living the dream because life, being alive, is the biggest and best miracle there is. Don’t ever take that for granted.

The end.