Seventeen Years

1994: I love you.

1995: We should move.

1996: We should get better jobs.

1997: I think we should move/but we just got promoted!/we should have a baby.

1998: Why can't we have a baby?

1999: HELLO B!

2000: No Y2K, but lots of booze on New Years.

2001: Hey Big Red! Now we have two!

2002: can'tmakewordswork. Sell business.

2003: Meetings. Big Ideas. Commercial shoots -- in LA.

HOUSE UNDER CONSTRUCTION.

2004: OH! GFYO! A boy?! Lawsuit.

2005: Meds.

2006: PTO. He travels. Three strollers. School.

2007: Writing. Writing. Writing. BLOG? he says.

2008: Pre-school. Soccer. He travels. Met Carolyn.

2009: Kid becomes unemployed. THE BOOK happens...

2010: Kid is on his path to a new career. Moms go happy turning 40 on golf carts in North Captiva.. A new book?

2011:NPR. Today Show. Can't write the book Carolyn has.

2011: We fight on the fucking soccer field about nonsense and end up dressed up, laughing together over fine food and a split of really good champagne. It's seventeen years, yo.

I wouldn't change one bit.

I love you Kid because you did this:

Which is a lot like I did

which made me so happy...

I needed to hold my funny bits in.

Good news!

We ended up OK, together.

Kid, I love you.

Always have.

Best. 17. Ever.

Love you the most.