Jake is 25!
Happy Birthday to my son, Jake.
It’s pretty absurd that he’s 25 already…
…blink of an eye and all that.
I distinctly recall that first moment of his life when the doc asked if I wanted to cut the cord.
I didn’t answer the guy right away.
“He’s perfect,” I said.
And I kept thinking:
“Living proof.”
Then I told the doc to cut it himself because I wasn’t very handy at anything!
And then I walked outside the hospital and was moving around, wanting to tell everyone who passed by that I just witnessed an absolute miracle.
And I had, of course.
I also bought myself a lot of days of constant worry and pure joy.
Jake has turned into a fine young man.
He goes to work. Is on the right side of all the issues and has a big heart.
I made him steak and shrimp yesterday - two of his favorites and there’s more planned for today.
He also provided me with one more conduit of stress and worry:
He brought Oliver into my life.
Now there’s a pain in the ass!
Happy Birthday to Jake.
I was Counting On A Miracle.
You gave me a few!
Love you, buddy.
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