Happy Birthday, Sam!

My youngest is 22 years old today.

That’s pretty crazy.

I can always remember his age as he was born on ‘00 - a few months before the Yankees spanked the hapless Mets to win the World Series.

Sam counts that as one of his titles.

And he’s had a few.

‘Nova has won for him twice.

He’s already counting the Bills super bowl for next year.

Sam has been the heartbeat of the house since ‘00.

He’s had a rough year.

Lost his beloved Paris.

13 seconds.

‘Nova lost in the Final Four.

Sam has a huge heart and a great personality.

He goes to work every day.

Helps around here.

I’ll always worry for him, as I do for all my kids…

…but I’m proud of the good man he’s become.

I may send a “make good decisions” text to him now and again, but usually that’s all he needs.

Happy Birthday, son!

We love you!

Go Bills!

(Just don’t bet on them!)


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