The 3rd Birthday Cake – Foreign Contaminant

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Today, on my son’s Nameday, I’m reminded that 3 years ago I became a Dad. You’d think after 3 years I’d get used to the title, but no, it still makes me step back and reflect. Makes me not only feel blessed, but it also makes me think, “holy crap, I’m someone’s Old Man.” It stings at first because I’m not short on things that make me feel old, but with his current admiration for …

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