Turning 30

This weekend my son Josh turns 30 years old.

He’s the middle of my 3 kids and has grown up to be a fine young adult.

I was 25 when when he was born and 5 years ago when he turned 25, I created a post on an old blog that I’m going to recreate today:

 

Once upon a time, a young man named Josh was dreaming about his birthday.

Visions of Birthday Cards Past appeared…

 

 There was this one birthday card that Josh’s Dad would buy for him year after year . ( I actually bought about 5 or 6 copies of the same card and would give him another one every year or two)  Here’s what the card said:

“A TRUE STORY… A little boy went to the freezer once and got out a bucket that said ‘Orange Sherbet’ on top. He scooped himself a big cone and took a huge bite. Then instead of closing his eyes and going ‘Mmmm!’ he almost barfed, because it wasn’t orange sherbet, it was frozen chicken fat!!!”

Josh woke up and went to the Frig…

and guess what Josh found…

 

But after all these years, Josh thought, “Maybe it really is Orange Sherbet!”

 

And he took a grabbed a cone and shoved it in his mouth.

 

 

In less than 2 seconds, his gag reflex kicked in, and he emptied not just the chicken fat, but the entire contents of his stomach all over his 30th Birthday Cake!

 

Happy 30th Birthday Josh!