Oh Good Lord, He's 30!

I'm publishing my blog post today at 5:23pm in celebration of a big event.
On this date 30 years ago, after working awfully hard,
my labors paid off,
and I gave birth to our first-born, Christopher David, at 5:23pm.

How can it be? 30 years ago?!

Was he really that tiny?!

From an early age, Chris' personality traits were quite evident.

He sets high, yet attainable goals for himself,

finding it necessary to regroup at times,

but always strives to do his best

with the task at hand.

Arming himself against potential villains in his path,
with protective head-gear and a quick get-away steed in place,
(one can never be too careful)
he forges onward and never shies away from a challenge.

He is not afraid to voice his opinions in clear, concise tones

so that all can appreciate his views.

Pooh Bear was waved for emphasis in this particular situation.

Insert a textbook or clipboard at present.

On occasion though,

he feels a more in-your-face effort

is required to make a point.

At times he winds up with his foot in his mouth.

Not to worry, you're in good company!

Through the years, his younger siblings have occasionally found themselves questioning important matters or are at a loss about what to do in certain circumstances.

Chris, considering his position in birth order a very serious responsibility, takes pride in paving the way for the younger ones.
He is confident with his responses as they look to him and ask, 

"What Would Chris Do?"

Hanging on his every word, they're rarely disappointed.

At an early age, with the help of his Irish grandfather,

he learned to kick back and enjoy a cold one.

(Guinness was a little too heavy back then.)
Thank goodness, as this is an important outlet

during a disappointing football season.

And... every once in a while

he gets kind of crazy!

While holding those good memories of past celebrations pretty close Chris,
I wish you a very

HAPPY 30TH BIRTHDAY.

A big FOOCH to you!