Oh Good God I'm Old, Part... Whatever

Jonathan turns 5_1

The little guy to the left there turned 5 this week. On the one hand, nothing spectacular right? Somebody turns 5 every day. On the other hand he's family. My first cousin's son. His great-grandfather was my grandfather. I keep trying to figure out if that makes him my second cousin or my fist cousin, one time removed.

Which is neither here nor there.

He has a great smile, just like Valerie, his mother. I was 16 when Valerie turned 5, being that I was 11 when she born.

Do you see where I'm going here? Someone whose diapers I used to change, whose very first steps I witnessed, who my dad slipped a little wine when she was teething (and screaming her head off) so she'd sleep... has a 5 year old. She also has a college degree and a husband and some new fangly adjunct professorship or something.

Good God I'm old. Terrifyingly old, careening in quick fashion for my inevitable date with The Reaper.

Which again, is neither here nor there, right? Every day somebody dies, somebody is born, and somebody turns 5. We try to mark the days and make the best of all of them.

So, happy birthday Jonathan. And many happy returns.

Make sure your grandmother never hears about that wine thing.