Continuing the Earp family’s three birthdays in six days extravaganza, today is my middle son’s 18th birthday. Erik, here with his godfather Bill, was one year old when I first started blogging in 2005.
It seemed like the little kid with the naturally curly hair would never grow up, and now he is old enough to drive a car. How the hell did that happen?
Now, he’s weighing if he wants to go to college and play lacrosse, or look at a trade school. We’ll support him in whatever he chooses.
In the meantime, we’ll just enjoy his birthday and hope it’s a happy one.
Happy birthday, Erik!
(The Olympic Babe O’ The Day will be posted at 4pm.)