The Birthday Mensch

Today a boy becomes a man. Today a boy reads from the Torah like he understands what he's talking about. Today a -- sorry, what's that? That was so 10 years ago? That's crazy talk. Look, it says right here on his birth certificate that -- oh, you make a good point. Maybe the SJG is just a wee bit stuck in the past. Let me try this again. Today a young man becomes a slightly older young man. The film student/rapper/frequent-glass-user/fellow-caffeine-aficionado/mensch-of-the-highest-order turns 23. How this happened... how 10 years zoomed by... well, it's completely beyond me. But in any event, today this delightful son of mine, who keeps me laughing, who updates me hourly on all newsworthy events, who feels passionately about the world, no matter how eff'd up it gets, today this former Bar Mitzvah achiever, is, quite simply, the birthday boy. To me, he'll always be the birthday boy. Chronology has nothing to do with it. Today we plan to celebrate his wonderfulness, accordingly. Whether or not we dance the birthday hora will depend on the size of the venue.