Today is my nephew Homer's 33rd birthday. (It's hardest for me to believe that 33 years have gone by since I was 15 years old.) Family bias aside, I don't know when I've been prouder of an individual. Homer is one of the finest men I know. He's got that wicked sense of humor that I appreciate in any individual, he's sensitive (unless the 'Bucs are playing, in which case, find someone else to take your bleeding carcass to the hospital), kind, loving and considerate. Either Athena is a very tough woman, or he really is a wonderful husband (or both). Evidence shows that he's a fantastic father to his two children. Most importantly, although he's a responsible adult, he's never lost that sense of child's play. He's also got those handsome Black Clan blue eyes, but that's just window dressing. He's one of the beautiful people of the world.
I've always found it amusing that he went from serving his country in the Marine Corps to working for Disney World. Then again... it almost makes sense. His favorite job with Disney was serving on the Dream Team. He got to wander around all day picking people at random and awarding them various Disney gifts and perks. He was always thrilled at making someone's day.
My biggest regret is that we live 2,559 miles apart... he's the kind of person you really want to spend time with. So's his wife. So are his kids. And I do believe that the measure of a man is the people he chooses to surround himself with.
To my other nephews who will likely be reading this and not trying too hard to suppress a "hey, what about me?!" Your day is coming. I'm proud of everyone in my family. We've all been through some harsh stuff, and we've all come out of it shinier and better.
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