We celebrated my mother’s 60th birthday last Saturday (photos due for uploading within the next few days). Cathy, Nathan and I were joined by her mother and three brothers for this celebration at my mother’s home in South Green Park.

During the celebration, an old family friend of my mother’s showed up with his wife. He apparently hadn’t seen me since I was just a lad – I couldn’t place him for the life of me – and was tickled pink by the sight of me “all grown up.”

“What smooth skin!” he crowed before he reached up and pinched my cheeks.

Now I praise God for my “smooth skin,” and I praise God that I’ve managed to somehow avoid looking my age, but how many 30-year-old’s out there are still cheek-pinched by well-meaning family friends?