A Toast to John

Happy Birthday John!!

It has been a long few years and looking back, it is amazing to see how much things have changed but also, how much is still the same. A John memory to share actually implicates myself into a small listener of country music. It was five years ago, and Gina and I were driving on the Beltway approaching the Wilson Bridge when the Kenney Chesney song "My Next 30 Years" came on the radio. I was quick to call you to rub in the fact that you were turning 30 that week, an age you had apprehensions of reaching. Going to voice mail, we were laughing our asses off while I left you a message with the song blaring in the background. (I am sure there is some country lyric out there that could describe the activities of that birthday party; beer, imported beach sand and a bar owner power washing the outdoor patio after we were asked to leave). As always, good times, good memories and the never ending story of how your last year on this Earth was truly your best; a standard that I as a father, husband, brother and son try to emulate everyday.

As for your 35th birthday, in keeping with tradition, we celebrated it at Levante's Restaurant in Dupont Circle last night. And we captured a great picture of the birthday toast between Dad and Ariana (and no, that is not wine in her sippy cup). Tradition also dictated that we come to the birthday dinner with Hokie Wine in hand, still at $6.99 a bottle. (Hokie wine is going to be the new gauge of American economic strength, so look forward to getting an update on the price of cheap wine at your 40th birthday to see if our economy has recovered any).

Another year has passed, which for us, is another chance to live life to the fullest, exactly how you left this world.