The party's over. The food is gone, the candles have been blown out. My son has reached a milestone age. Sixteen. That's right, 16 years old. Tomorrow he goes to get his driver's permit… Is he getting old, or am I? (heavy sigh)
We had a party tonight for his birthday… His grandparents (my parents) were in town visiting from Newfoundland so they, my brother and his wife, and our next door neighbours all got together and made pigs of ourselves on wings, ribs, rice, chow mein, and chocolate cake. It was GOOOOD!
Well, Happy Birthday Garrett, my son. Your mother and I are very proud of you. Hope your day is great.
