Updated this entry with a better picture – so the comments below might not make sense (Sorry guys!)
This is Steve, me and my bride at the final moments of the toast (roast?) at our reception. Steve still watches our wedding video just to see the toast again.
We didn’t get to spend the birthday together because he’s studying for midterms at St. Charles in Philly. My thoughts and prayers are with you, Steve. I couldn’t have shared the womb with anyone better.
How did he end up taller than you? Are you in those flat organist shoes again?
No, Steve is in heels, John in those little leather pumps he loves so much.
Happy birthday to both of you — tell me, what does 32 feel like? You realize this is the last time your age will be a power of 2 until you’re 64, right?
Oh, by the way, John, now that we know what Steve’s birthday is, what about yours?
Good one, guys. I have no idea how Steve ended up taller. Perhaps it’s my bad posture.
And yes, it’s my birthday too. Teresa got me one of those book seals that imprints “From the Library of John Schultz” so I’ve been stamping books all night!
For those of you who were not there, Steve’s “toast” had people literally falling out of their chairs with laughter. It almost made my wife have the baby a month early.
Yes – my favorite line was about the identical twins switched at birth &c., &c.
A belated Happy Birthday to both of you.
Trust me – I’m already writing a toast for Steve’s ordination party.