Tonight, after basketball, baseball, tennis, my oldest son and I went out for dinner to celebrate his birthday. We had carpaccio and farfalle alla gorgonzola and pollo alla diavolo and ordered some gnocchi to bring home for the Lovely Bride, who was studying. We told some stories and made some plans and I was reminded, not that I ever forget, how much I love him and how proud I am to be his father.
Sunday, March 2, 2008
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I hope he's not reading this because if I were him I'd be dying of embarassment, except I hope he is reading it, because if I were him, under the embarassment would be a wide river of pleasure that my father admires me.
Sounds like a lovely evening, Snag!
I would love my children a lot more if I could get them to eat any of the items you had for dinner.
happy birthday Snag Jr!
He is a fine young man and I look forward to many years of embarrassing him over many similarly delicious meals.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Did he bite you on the way home?
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