It’s been quite a while since I bothered to do one of these so it’s overdue. And I’ve got buckets to be thankful for. Today my eldest son turned 24 years old. He’s shacked up with an intelligent, capable, and beautiful woman who genuinely seems to love and appreciate him for (perhaps not despite) his quirks. I haven’t died yet although death has certainly seemed closer than I’d like recently. My youngest son occasionally looks up from his computer long enough to acknowledge his dear old Dad. Both my parents still share this plane with me and love me despite my quirks.
And, the best part of all? That tough-as-nails, loyal, beautiful woman still loves me for who knows why. I’m overjoyed I get to hold your hand as we walk this path together, where ever it’s going.
