Every year it’s the same routine: get sad on March 2 thinking about Joe and now his late father as well, then a few days later be happy again because it’s my son’s birthday!

Birthdays are a pretty big deal when you’re in your zeros. My son turned the big oh-five yesterday and I couldn’t have been happier for the little guy. Well, not so little… kid’s almost as tall as I am!

Well, that’s a stretch. But not by much.

Not by much.

Happy birthday, buddy! Let’s celebrate five years on this pretty cool planet!

You’ve got a lot of Irishmen smiling down on you from above too.