The Cure for Anything

Twenty-two years ago, this week. The first time I saw my baby boy, I remember thinking to myself, “Wow! Are my genes ever recessive!” With a head full of black hair and that tan skin, he looked nothing like me. But, like most children, he changed a lot as he grew.

Now I look at him at sometimes wonder how he can be 22 if I still think that I’m somewhere around 26. Ha!