It’s the youngest one’s birthday today. The baby, although he looks and sounds more like a man with every passing day. Once a tiny round thing with a falsetto voice, then blue-haired and defiant, now 16 and stumbling into that dark adult space where dreams and aspirations are the only light for a moment. Then, you are through to the other side where half your life is gone in an instant. Yes. Hold on to 16. Long as you can. This is one special year. Not arbitrary, but purposeful. Not quite fear, not quite excitement. Anticipation. Pause at the top of the roller coaster. And we hope you have a good ride.
