The Bald Kid tells me that we are to eat some eggs in honor of his birthday—
that he is spending in a far away land–called Siberia.
An odd place to turn 20 in–but he’s happy as a clam and learning and growing and becoming more and more of the man he was meant to be. And now–we have no more teens in our family. That’s even more odd.
Oh, how I miss this fellow.
Happy Birthday my sweet boy. We love you.