Daddy's Birthday

"Daddy's 34 years old! That's like, OLD old! He's like, gonna die or something!" I'm sure this is what Rowan might be thinking if he could conceive of our language's syntax. Be that as it may, he shared in the festivities with Winnie and me at a little Italian place in Evanston, just north of our Roger's Park home. It's a little late, but he's extremely wide-eyed and almost as excited about the birthday tart as I obviously am. That's fresh homemade ice cream on there, too, friends, plus a little candle. Unfortunately, Rowan didn't get any, but he certainly didn't mind, since just the idea of being there sent him practically through the roof. I gotta say, it is an absolute joy to be around him! I love him to death!