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Twenty

Five days of being twenty and I feel...tired.

I was so excited to rid myself of the title of "teenager" but now I realize exactly what that entails. I am still ecstatic about life as an adult but it is not what I expected. My first day as an adult I worked twelve hours. That day I realize that though growing up leads to exciting new adventures and new experiences, it also means more responsibility. The days of childish games and idle afternoons are over, the days of hard work and toil have come. I am now responsible to feed, clothe and educate myself. Such a duty terrifies me. Yet...

Adult life brings joy immeasurable. The beauty of falling madly in love with a man and entrusting your all to him to care for, for life. The speechless happiness of holding the delicate product of that love in your arms and looking into those little eyes and feeling your heart will burst with joy. The amazing joy of discovering more of the magnificence of your Savior each passing day. Only the pain of maturity can result in the unspeakable pleasures of adult life.

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