My son, Adam, turns twelve today. Adam is in a unique position in our family. He is a "middle" child...as in Jan Brady...if Jan were a boy. And, if we were the Brady Bunch.  He is also a very unique boy (and I mean that in a good way).

The calendar was not kind to Adam.  His birthday lands eleven days before Christmas.  So, on the gifts front, he ends up unintentionally getting the short end of the stick.  I always try to make sure that doesn't happen, but it does.

Adam Holliday in his "bomber" jacket

Adam is my Call of Duty buddy.  We play the co-op Spec Ops mode together when we can.  I have saved Adam's cheese so many times in the middle of Call of Duty firefights, it's not even funny.  He will tell you it's otherwise, but he's fibbing.

In all seriousness, Adam is a great kid.  He has a tremendous dry sense of humor and in fact is way funnier than me.  So, if he ever decides to be a radio guy, watch out.  Fortunately, my dork factor DNA has rubbed off on him and he's way more interested in his laptop than radio.  So, the free world may have been spared.

Adam Holliday, from an earlier birthday

Happy birthday, Adam.  You deserve a better dad than God gave you.  But, we're very thankful for you.  Have a great day.  Oh, and several of your presents are also a part of your Christmas.  That's the way the cookie crumbles...

Adam used to love to ride on the mower with me when he was younger...can you tell?
Adam Holliday