It doesn't mean much; it doesn't mean anything at all. The life I've left behind me is a cold room. -- Sarah McLachlan, Sweet Surrender

Eleven

A decade and a bit ago Monday, I became a dad.

He’s getting big now and isn’t crazy about having his picture taken, so here’s a picture of his birthday haul, with a small cameo by the almost-tween with the aquamarine hair.

Happy birthday, son. From dad. And Eleven. And Eleven. Happy Eleven.

Yes, I am reusing this picture from my Veteran’s Day joke.

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