My oldest child is 47 today.

47.

He had a play pen, wore cloth diapers and watched Captain Kangaroo on television.

Today is my chance to dig up old photos of him and relive those early years, if just for a few moments.

Here is Birthday #2, shared with his Grandma Winslow and Banjo Man (sporting the fancy facial hair–good Lord!).

Age 1:  sharing a giggle with Uncle George.

Age 3:  enjoying the loot from Halloween.

So Happy Birthday, Ben!  As you enjoy your own family, know that your parents are thinking of you all day today and remembering the joy of having you for a son–yesterday, today and always.