With Canada’s Thanksgiving coming to a close, I took a moment to reach out to the people I’m thankful for.
To be honest, that list has gotten a bit shorter over the years.
But this time, I made sure I am thankful for myself. For keeping my shit together.
To be honest, it’s getting harder and harder over the years as well.
So, I just got off the phone with this guy,
and I can’t even begin to express how happy he makes me.
Don’t get me wrong. He drove me nuts a lot of times,
but that just made me appreciate him even more.
He has taught me a lot about myself since he was born on this day, 20 years ago.
Come to think of it, I am still learning every time we have our talks.
(I also learned that I am really old.)
Happy Birthday, my Son.
You truly are the music in our lives.
Happy Birthday my dear boy!
Now that you’re a teenager,
Hopefully you’ll still listen to me.
Not because I’m always right, (which your mom refuses to believe)
But because I have been wrong a lot of times.
I can give you a list of tips or advises
now that you are in your teenage years.
But instead, I’ll just tell you to believe in yourself.
There will be a lot of confusing moments.
You are one of the most kind people I have ever known.
Do not trust anybody. And I mean any one.
Not even your close friends, or family.
Always clean up your mess. Literally and figuratively.
I can never fully know all the things you’re going to be going thru,
but I can have a pretty good idea and I can definitely understand.
You can always come to me or your Mom.
We are so proud of you.
I wish your Grandma Linda could have seen
how you grew up to be a handsome and kind young man.
I love you very much, Buddy.
Always.
Happy Birthday.
Dad
Just a simple shout out to my little spawn,
who is not so little anymore.
Born on Canada Thanksgiving day
11 years ago today.
Happy Birthday, Son.
I will still kill for you.
Except puppies.
I like puppies.
Or maybe the cat.
If she doesn’t bug me tonight.
Much love from your old man.
*Cue song here
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Just a Word Away
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Click here for Lyrics
Ok. The travel begins.
0630: Got to the airport. Need some nourishment. Ahh! hello There Bucks of the stars! Hit me with a Venti please. And some banana muffins.
0715: All checked in. Tyler’s passport won’t scan. He thought he couldn’t come. I told him he could ride with the luggages. He actually wants to.
0830: Plane is late. Will board soon. Also I think we’re riding one of those toy model planes.
0940: Delta’s peanuts snack is surprisingly good.
0945: Portable Gaming Devices are a Godsend.
0958: This guy behind me keeps on kicking the back of my seat, like were in a movie theater or something. I want to kill him.
1030 landed at DET. I smell the motor oil in the air already.
1040: Time to find some Lunch possibilities. “Aahhh! There’s Chili’s.
Let’s eat there in honor of the 33 Miners who were rescued in their country.
Be right back.
Must eat.
