…in that today is a special day for me.
The Son&Heir turns 30 today (and if you’re a Longtime Friend and/or Reader, you have my permission to go ahead and feel very old). It is customary for a proud father to brag about his son, but in my case, I am truly blessed. (And those of you who have met him, please feel free to weigh in with your opinions.)
Eagle Scout, champion pistol shooter, drummer, cum laude college graduate and now junior executive at a successful retail business; he’s popular with everyone who meets him, works with him or has anything to do with him. He’s witty, polite, well-mannered, intelligent, astonishingly well-read, and the best dinner companion anyone could wish for.
He never reads my blog — not one of my kids has ever read anything I’ve written: blog, novels, whatever — so he might or might not read this, but I don’t care. I bless the day he came into my life, and every day since. He is my son, I love him dearly, and he is a fine, fine man.
Happy birthday, boy.
(aged 15, at Faro Airport in Portugal)