…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.
— Dad
(aged 15, at Faro Airport in Portugal)
Congrats!
Our son turns 40 in July.
Talk about feeling old…..I’m 64.
I can’t believe I got old so fast!
Life is like a roll of toilet paper, the closer you get to the end the faster it goes.
…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.
Wherein Kim exhibits a rare turn of understatement even in mid-brag.
If we’re to measure a man by his results, then not only does Son & Heir rate at the top of the totem, but by the same measure, so do you sir, for the raising of him as such.
And yeah, I’d love the hidden video of him running circles around the Snowflake Contingent. I won’t call them his “peers”, because they simply, aren’t.
But let’s not dwell on the chronology, shall we?
I just hit 61 three days ago. I’m so olde I farte dust.
Jim
Sunk New Dawn
Galveston, TX
Feh, I turn 62 end of the month and I don’t dare farte because it might not be…blame a ruptured disk applying pressure to just the wrong nerves… 😉
Feh, I turn 62 end of the month and I don’t dare farte because it might not be…blame a ruptured disk applying pressure to just the wrong nerves… 😉
I blame 22 yrs herding tanks. There’s some hard miles in there. I’d say each year was equivalent to 2-3 EFC years. Tankers and artillerymen will know about those.
The love and respect between a father and son is one measure of a man’s success and you are blessed. The dinner companion is great, spending quality time enjoying the company of another person who happens to be progeny is one of our joys in life. I have two daughters and a son, all grown, married with kids ranging in age from 41 to 49 and they are my best friends along with my wife.
I agree so much.
My youngest son told me on his Birthday (17th March) that he was celebrating his being 21 twice – meaning he is 42.
He has a very quick mind and like your son is one of my best friends along with my wife – I would say the other two of my best friends are his older brother and my younger brother .