February 22, 2018 by babylondogs
My son’s birthday. He’s now 20. I’m sticking by my belief that time doesn’t fly, we’re just not paying attention. This hasn’t been a fast 20 years. This has been a full 20 years. And I am more proud of him than a parent probably has a right. When I despair about my own life, and how badly I sometimes lived it, I look at my son. And realize I helped do at least one thing right. Michael William Banks. Happy Birthday. I love you. Entirely.