Three generations of Walsh men and the one in the middle turned 19 years old today. It makes me feel old but I couldn’t be happier or prouder of the man my son has become. Smart, strong, tough, willing, logical, grounded, passionate, compassionate, thick skinned, interesting, funny and talented.

He’s doing his own thing on his terms, he owns a car that he paid for and lives in his own apartment on his dime. He hasn’t bought into the victim mentality that a lot of his generation religiously subscribes to, stays far away from social media and doesn’t worship politicians and their parties. Here’s to you son, keep punching and happiest of birthdays to you boss hoss!