BirthWrite

I have just been informed that Paul McCartney is 64 (remember When I'm Sixty-Four?), Elton John is 60 (remember Sixty Years On) and my kid brother Richard is 50 (remember when he was a little freckly kid with curly hair?). I'm trying not to panic, after all Winnie the Pooh is 80 and doesn't look a day over 56. And Roger Daltrey is still singing in public.

I should look on the bright side and offer some words of wisdom to my sibling on this auspicious occasion. And if I had any, I would, of course, offer them up forthwith; instead I have this:

* remember that while time marches inexorably onward, your girth doesn't have to
* you are no longer "Richard Hopkins", you are "Matthew's Dad" (soon to be also "Sarah's Dad"). This will ensure eternal youthenasia.
* I'll write more often if you will!

Happy Birthday, Kid! (next thing you know, they will be telling me my sister's 40!).