It wasn’t easy turning 100 photos into 20.

But twenty felt right.

Twenty, because for a moment at Pins, I felt twenty again,

surrounded by the hum of laughter,

a ping pong ball sailing past me,

lights flashing, music thumping,

and everything feeling beautifully, wonderfully now.

This birthday was a patchwork of moments I want to keep:

The hush of Hocking Hills, green and wide and breathing.

A tortilla burger on a patio, messy and perfect.

A surprise cake that nearly broke me,

sweet in every sense.

Bison at Ted’s, heavy silverware and full conversation.

Toad taking the crown on Bro Night.

Duckpin strikes and pinball chaos,

late-night pizza, grease on our fingers, laughter still in the air.

Each piece stitched something together in me,

a deeper calm, a louder joy,

a sense of arrival I didn’t expect.

Thank you to everyone who made space for me,

who showed up in the big and small ways.

This was more than a birthday.

It was a reminder:

this life, right here, is worth celebrating.