Decades of growth with decades to go

My oldest turns 20 tomorrow. Happy Birthday, little squirt.

He does not like it when I write about him. I try to keep him out of most of my columns but for some reason he just drifts in, reminding me of his wisdom or ways he is smarter than me.

Maybe he drifts in because as my first born, he has been with me longer than anyone currently in my life, excluding my mom, brother and sister.

Or maybe he comes to mind simply because I am very proud of him. He is probably the first thing I did really well. And I like to pat myself on the back for how he turned out.

Two decades ago, gosh that is a long...