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More than a few words on Stretch today on the occasion of his 19th birthday:
Our kid has grown into a fine young man. Caring and compassionate, Stretch is the type of guy who holds open the door, who asks if he can help, who genuinely cares. I don’t know how much his parents have had to do with making him who he is, I just feel both profoundly lucky and profoundly blessed that he’s become the man he has.
We miss him when he’s away at school.
Stretch loves sports, I mean LOVES sports. The Cinnamon Girl notes that he will turn on the television for anything involving a bat, a bat or a coach. She’s right.
He loves his family and truly takes joy from being with and teasing Sous Chef and HJ jr. He shares the same enthusiasm for his cousins, even when they are hanging all over his arms and legs as if they were limbs of a tree.
He loves his girlfriend friends and we delight in getting to know them through his stories of them.
He loves a good joke, a good laugh, a good moment.
And I love being around him and, as I’ve said many, many times, it’s my privilege to be his dad.
Happy Birthday, son. I love you and I love you and I love you (should go on 19 times).