Thirty Two Years

August 5, 1978
5:38 a.m.
My first born son was born

Thirty two years have passed since that moment. Thirty two years of life, action and drama. Thirty two years of memories.

Thirty two years is a pretty good age to be. You've had enough life experience to know what direction you want to move your life towards.

There have been good times, bad times, happy times, sad times ... memories that linger, moments that have changed your life.

You've worked hard to get to where you want to be ... but the closer you get, the more illusive the destination.

Never stop growing, never stop dreaming, never give up.

Oh, to be 32 again. Life is just beginning!!

Live it up, My Son. Happy Birthday!

"If you can dream it ... you can do it." ~ Walt Disney