My youngest, seeing the opportunity of all the boys actually in the same room together, seized the moment and asked for a game of Dark Tower, a blast from my past that I wrote about here and here. Again, they adore the brutally random unfairness of it all. Our second oldest won the day.
|All is right with the world|
That night he came home early, not feeling well. That's unusual for him. One thing about my boys - they all have excellent work ethics at their jobs. When shopping at the store where my middle two boys work, I spoke to one of them as he walked by. A minute later, one of the store managers came up to me. He asked if they were my sons. I told them they were. He shook my hand and said they are wonderful assets to the store, hard working and a pleasure to have on board at the company. That's the sort of thing that makes a father proud.
|A teenager no more|
|Yum, Part II|
|L -R: Our oldest, my Mom, our Third son, our Birthday Boy, and our youngest|
So happy birthday to our second oldest. Blessings on him and all the boys, my mom and my long suffering wife. All said and done, not much to complain to God about. That's the sort of thing that makes life go around.
|A birthday hug from my Father's Day gift - happy times|