My son is twenty-five years old today – a Cinco de Mayo birthday boy. I remember that first twinge of feeling old when I turned a “quarter century”. What the hell did I know?
Tim has a job with a major auto dealer in our town. The dealership always has a Cruise-In the first weekend in May. Tim invariably ends up working on his birthday or the days surrounding it. But I remarked to my husband today that I never hear Tim complain about the hours or the fact that he works two jobs. He just does it. I’m lucky to have Tim for a son.
He’s pretty mellow. I rarely remember any yelling fits or tantrums. He doesn’t get angry or if he ever has, I’ve never seen what that looks like.
He helps us around the house alot. He’s good natured, patient and understanding. He even seems to be talking more than his usual abbreviated versions lately, and I have his girlfriend Ashley to thank for that. She is very sweet to him and it warms my heart.
So Happy Birthday, Timeteo. You’re a great son, and I wish you all the best in your next quarter century of life.