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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