Yesterday my oldest son turned 24 years old. I was 24 years old when he was born. So, it got me thinking about how long ago that was, and just how much has happened in that time. It truly seems like a lifetime ago.
To my son, I only knew what I knew. I didn’t always know what to do. I made a million mistakes. Never has a moment passed that I haven’t loved you. I’m as imperfect as I ever was, but I pray to be a better man constantly. I am so blessed to be your Dad.
I’ve been so proud of you more times than I could ever record. You are a fine young man. You’ve accomplished much, but your ability to humbly love and be one of the family, fully engaged, and comfortable in that space, is what I am most proud of. Don’t ever lose yourself, because you, well, you, is already a pretty good example of a wonderful person.
I look forward to watching you proceed from here. I hope for many more times when we all can be together and enjoy the uniqueness of one another. I hope you had the best of birthdays.