Today was Alex’s seventh birthday. It’s amazing how time flies… next thing I know, he’ll be asking for the car keys and I’ll be laughing hysterically as I explain about insurance rates for sixteen-year-old boys, and how the bank turned down the second mortgage on the house to pay for it.
In any case, he’s growing up to be a great young man. In addition to his smarts and good looks (inherited, no doubt, from the father he resembles so much), he’s genuinely a good kid and a good example to his younger sibs. We just had parent-teacher conferences the other day, and his teacher opened the conference with, “Well, this is my favorite conference because there’s really nothing to talk about. Alex is doing great.” That’s exactly the kind of stuff I love to hear.
So after a crazy evening with five (!) of his friends at a sleepover, and an inundation of presents, we begin another year of watching him mature and develop. What an honor and privilege it is to be a dad.