(This is not the Appalachian Trail, guys, you ARE permitted to leave some sign behind.)
Today is my first-born son's birthday. Here's what I wrote him:
First, HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
Second, some meandering pursuit of whatever interesting things pop out with consideration of ages.
I was born in 1953; this year, I will celebrate my 66th birthday.You, my firstborn son, were born 30 years later, in 1983, and this year (this day!) you celebrate your 36th birthday.Heath Jordan, your first-born son, my first-born grandson, was born 30 years after that, in 2013, and he has celebrated his 6th birthday.
6; 36; 66.
What fun can we have with those numbers?
Well, let's factor Heath's Age: (HA)= 6 = 2 x 3. Nice and simple. The first two prime numbers.
Your age, YA = 36, gives a BIT more to play with, because your age, YA =HA*HA, or HA 2
YA = 6 2= 6 * 6 = 2 * 3 * 2 * 3, or 2 2 * 3 2 : The squares of the first two prime numbers; that's nice, isn't it?
My age (MA) , 66, has given me a bit more of a thought problem.
At first glance, it resolves into MA = 2 * 3 * 11, which is ACCURATE, yet strangely unsatisfying.
I wish to celebrate the resonance of father age as a function of first-born son!
Viewed that way, MA = YA + 30 = YA + (6 * 5) = YA = 2 * 3 * 5.
HA = 2 * 3YA = 2 2 * 3 2MA = 2 2 * 3 2 + (2 * 3 * 5)
...and that allows me to participate more fully in the celebration of my first-born son as well as HIS first-born son. And while I recognize that this is merely a case of personal satisfaction, and doubtlessly blesses no one else, it DOES compel me to reflect on the miracle of your birth for just a bit more than a simple card would have done.
Happy birthday, first-born son. If I had done nothing else in my life than be your father, it would have been enough.
And thus endeth the morning's ramblings.
Peace be on your household.