After all's said and done

It's quiet now. Everyone's been gone for a few hours, and it's just me and my thoughts now, with 100 portraits and waterdeep as the soundtrack for the moment.

Words don't really do justice to the night I've had, to the joy and the wonder at the quality of people I am privileged to have around me. It's a beautiful thing.

I saved Stephanie's card for last, of course. I'm glad that I did; the last thing on my mind before I close my eyes tonight will be gratitude for the abundant grace of God that allowed such a person to be a part of my life. She reminded me of words that I spoke once, whose weight I'm feeling especially in this moment. I'm going to be 24 one time only. These 365 days are vintage, the only one of their kind. There's a certain kind of man that I want to be, and it's going to require living this year like I mean to get there. I'll only live once, after all. May as well do it right the first time.
Praise God for a woman who points me towards the cross, who reminds me of what (and Who) it's all for. These are beautiful days.

my eyes are small, but they have seen the beauty of enormous things
which leads me to believe, there's light enough to see that
You make everything glorious
and I am yours
What does that make me?

PS :This is my shocked face (my familie(s) bought me a flat screen moniter! Holy cow!)