
Ryan turns 25 today, he is now a quarter of a century old. I remember 25 feeling a little weird, like the end of youthfulness or some drama. I hope he doesn't feel like that. My hope for this birthday weekend is that Ryan will play guitar, we'll listen to lots of good music, and eat good food, and drink some of the best beer we can afford. I know today is kind of hard on him as we haven't met many people in Philadelphia yet, and we're far from home, but we have some grand slam plans for this evening and we'll make it special anyway.

Even though there are no pedals, cords, microphones, or instruments to open I want him to know he is loved beyond measure. Something really special occurred this week, and I feel like it deserves mention. For the first time in a long time we spent an evening creating side by side, he on his guitar, and me on canvas. It felt liberating, and special. Though we didn't speak there was no denying a connection between our processes. We're both so protective of our individual creations that this small step towards sharing in the process was a pretty big deal. That evening was a gift, one I see us revisiting more frequently in this year.
For Ryan's 25 year I see a lot of new experiences, and discovery. His creative spirit cannot be denied. He is my music man, and I love him. Happy birthday handsome. big kiss, bekuh