Twenty-one years ago Benjamin Bryan Turan entered the world with fat little cheeks and chubby little hands. Who would have ever known he would grow up to be 6 feet tall and a musical master? He writes songs, sings songs, plays songs...he would play music 24/7 if he could.
The 5 of us met at Logan's Roadhouse for supper tonight. It was fun. However...our server knew it was Ben's 21st birthday and he took his tea and was going to get him something from the bar. He asked Ben for his ID and the boy didn't have his wallet or ID with him! Bummer! I don't think the server knew what to think. Ben knew he wasn't paying for supper, so why did he need his wallet??? He whispered to me as we left that he really didn't want anything to drink anyway.
We're thankful our children aren't that enthused when it comes to drinking. We've chatted several times about the fact that nothing good comes out of consuming alcohol. Absolutely nothing. If the server had offered me a pina colada, though, I would have flashed my ID in a heartbeat!
Happy birthday, Ben! We love you dearly and are anxious to see what the next 21 years bring in your life!
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