The oldest son turns 30 today. That’s hard to believe since I’m only 34(ish).
I’ve told the story of his arrival, and I don’t think I can tell it any better than I did here:
Much has happened in the six years since I wrote that post. I won’t be writing about that here.
He’s off to Indiana this weekend to spend his birthday with some college friends. And, that’s a good thing.
Dad’s traveling for work and Mom is in the second weekend of her show. We will officially celebrate together at a later date. I need to get back to Atlanta anyway.
Happy Birthday, Son.
Don’t forget to call your Mother.