Sure, some of you reading this electronic missive may disagree with the above stated representation, but alas… it is true.
My youngest child turned 18 today. If my youngest is 18, then certainly I’m an adult… right? I’ll leave that up to the scholars to decide.
You can only be young once, but you can always be immature!
In the meantime, I will share our attempt to make our 18 year old, whose high school graduation ceremony was just cancelled, special on his birthday:
Despite the uncertainties swirling around us all, I hope this message finds in good spirits. Remember, people are looking at us as an example as we all find our way in this new reality.
Chin up. Carry on!