Today I turn 30 years old! According to my wife and daughter, that makes me ancient.
It’s a strange feeling for me. I’m no longer a young punk. You might even say that I’m getting middle-aged…whatever that means. I’d say that maybe I should start acting like it, but as a husband of ten years and a father of five children, I think that I’ve already got a leg up on acting my age. Hmm.
Enough introspection. Where’s my cake?