Yesterday was Younger Son's birthday... and we totally forgot. We had been talking on and off about what to do for his 24th b'day so we didn't completely forget, but we missed the day.
I called him to apologize and wish him happy birthday and chat. He is such a good guy that he laughed it off -- sincerely, I think.
[digression] In somewhat the same vein, I just glanced over the last few posts. Jeez, one would think I lived in the Quagmire Of Despair, which I most emphatically do not. Guess I just like to complain. [/digression]
Now, in celebration of yesterday's birthday, here are a few choice photos of the boy's man's life. (My photo library is heavy on his teenage years and light on the past couple. Before that, no digital camera; after that, he moved 75 miles away.)
May 16, 1989: the story begins:
Much to his mother's delight, he was never camera-shy.
When we traveled, he liked to pose in front of things.
He always loved artsy-techno stuff.
He sometimes looked to shoes to express his wild side.
He has experimented with short hair...
...and a beard.
He has always had the most delightfully wacked-out sense of humor.
He has also always loved animals.
and eventually got a dog of his own.
For better or worse, biking is one of his passions.
He is helpful...
...and has always made friends easily.