Jon is that old. I am that old. Rascal is older than that if you're counting dog years. Birthdays are always a time to celebrate the gift of another year, in Jon's case doubly so. From that tiny premature wonder, he's been a delight and a challenge along the way (and continues to be - just like his siblings!!!!) but could you imagine our family without this face? And Rascal could never imagine life without Jon's nose to molest.
Birthday celebration was pretty low-key. They get that way when people get older. Jon's choice of takeout Chinese for dinner, my choice of healthy fruit tart or ice cream cake (couldn't choose, so I got both) for desert and a shopping trip to New Balance. To my great surprise, Jon the conservative dresser got a pair of hipster PF flyers. He'll be wearing skin tight jeans and motif tees next. He's off with friends to hang out and Steve, nursing a monster cold, and I will be in our jammies with books and soon to bed. There's the difference between being in your twenties and being in your fifties. Jammies and early bed is a great way to celebrate. So hooray for Jon and may the next twenty years be happy, healthy and fullfilling for him. Mazel Tov.
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