This is the annual "Jay and Todd" birthday week. Our birthdays are exactly 7 days apart. I cannot recall a time when Jay was not a part of my life. We have remained close since 2nd grade in Miss Owens' class at PRMS. We were 7 years old. One of us said something about Star Trek, and we have been pals ever since.
The things we have experienced together would make Moe, Larry and Curly look like gentlemen. Jay was there for the births of all 3 of my children. My son, Cody, was given the middle name of James in honor of my pal. He stood as best man at my first wedding, and I had the honor of officiating his. He attended my second wedding via Tim Hill's cell phone. He spoke at my ministry ordination. I was delighted to be able to celebrate our 40th birthdays last year in Seattle. Bash 41 will be delayed this year, but we will get together at some point.
I have been blessed with many great friends. Some of whom I have known for 20+ years. At the top of the list is my brother Jay.
So, once again, happy birthday, ol' chum. Soon we will hoist a Smithwick's at the Blarney Stone, but until then, I hoist my bottle of water.