If you recognized the reference to Paul Hardcastle's song "19" in the headline, you're either hardcore Gen X or a big fan of mid-80s electro pop. Or both. Nice job.
Why are we talking about the number 19? Because our youngest, "little" Jack, turns that age today. That photo of us above was taken last summer when we visited Toronto.
Jack is still at a point in life where every birthday is a milestone, regardless of whether it brings new legal privileges. Most kids when they hit 19 come to the startling realization that they've entered the home stretch of their teen years, and it can be jarring.
What they don't realize, of course, is that it sometimes affects their parents even more. Terry and I have had a nonstop string of teenagers in our family since 2007. This time next year, they will all be in their 20s and 30s.
Time, in addition to being undefeated, is also unstoppable.
I love having Jack living at home with us. He's funny, extremely smart, persevering, and one of the most likeable people you'll ever meet. He makes me laugh at least twice a day, and I enjoy watching him navigate the process of becoming an adult. He's doing great (with a little help from Mom and Dad from time to time).
Happy birthday, Jackie T. I hope you have the best time being n-n-n-n-n-nineteen.
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