“And now he’s thiiiiiiiiiiis old.”
Matty pointed out on my birthday a few weeks ago, that we should really be congratulating our mothers on our birthdays — for, we really didn’t do much to make it happen.
You know what? He’s right.
So, I’d like to take this moment to thank Mrs. O’Neill, from the bottom of my heart. Thanks for bringing him into this world, thanks for keeping him out of trouble as he’s made his way through it, and — most of all — thanks for giving the thumbs up when he had that wacky idea to study theatre and attend some school in upstate New York.
(This is also the part where I thank Mr. O’Neill for not helping Matty leave this world too early when he might have been mouthy, a pain in the arse, or in jail.)
An excellent team effort, all around. Happy Matty’s Birthday, O’Neill clan.
He’s growns up and he’s growns up and he’s growns up.
