I Do Remember The Day You Were Born

Confidential to Master Bradley:
Happy TWENTY FIRST birthday! I hope you didn’t fall off your top bunk bed last night after imbibing too much.

I would also like to add that I had fun with you last weekend in California. I hope you had fun even if I got on your nerves. Reverting to having to wear flip flops in the shower can put a girl on edge.

I’m sorry you have two sisters which really means you got three mothers out of the deal. And we say things like “Did you get enough to eat?” and “Watch out for that MetroBus!” while you are driving.

But I think having so much female influence in your life has made you a better guy. Like on Saturday night when your friend couldn’t get her fancy automobile to lock, you were the only guy out of the three standing in the parking lot who jumped over to help her out. Your other friends just stood there discussing what type of wading pool they would like to get for the house you are renting next year. (And I know it’s not because you like her, but I think she might like you. Actually, I think all your lady friends might have a crush on you.)

Katie, Mum, and I can’t take all the credit for you being such a desirable man on campus; I know you learned the take-charge thing from Dad, who grew up with four sisters and a mother. Even though you couldn’t solve the car problem, I then realized why all the ladies love cool Brad: you are now a grown ass man.

All the pictures from my weekend adventures in California are here.