It just doesn't get any better than that, does it?
Though it might be better if we could get just a little bit closer. . . .
My youngest son turns twenty-one today, and boy, oh, boy do I feel old! It's even worse when you consider that I was 33 as opposed to 23 when he was born.
I guess I shouldn't feel too bad, though. Most of my friends are grandmothers, and many of them are younger than I am.
See? Every cloud has a silver lining, not to mention the fact that we can now sit in the bar if the Outback is too crowded tonight.
LOL! I'll bet Sam is the only 21 year old who goes to the Outback for the macaroni and cheese!