Hey Kid, I know I'm getting to this later in the day than I usually do, but I couldn't let today go by without writing something for your 20th(!) birthday. I've been going back and forth, trying to figure out what I want to say to you today. If you were here, I'm sure I'd be telling you how proud of you I am, no matter who you were or what you were doing with yourself. I mean, far be it for me to criticize any life choice you'd be making right now. When I was your age, I was struggling to decide if I wanted to be in school, and if I didn't what I could realistically do with my life; I was piercing my ears; I was dying my hair stupid colors; I was generally immature and terrified of the prospect of being a failure while also doing nothing at all to prevent myself becoming said failure. I was a mess. So, I guess if I had any words of wisdom for a 20-year old son, it would just be that no matter how unsettled your life feels now, that doesn't mean your lif...
18, Aaron. Holy shit, kid (calm down, you're 18 in about 5 hours, I can curse in front of you now, plus, I've had a couple drinks, my language is a bit loose). You're an adult. You're old enough to drive, you'd be looking at college or technical school, or backpacking across Europe in a gap year, or whatever weird thing kids are doing when they turn 18 these days. You'd be a person. A complete, fully realized, adult person. That's weird, kid, gotta admit. So, 18 is hitting your mom and I kinda hard. The idea of you at 18 is really blowing our minds. We were just barely not kids ourselves when you were born, and now we're talking about you as an adult. It's amazing to think about. As you well know, we've done a ton of work with, and fundraising for, the March of Dimes; donated money and goods to community health centers; donated craft goods to a local moms and babies' hospital for siblings of newborns; collected toys, pajamas, and games for l...