I am not sure of the significance of reaching the age of 21 any more. It used to be the age at which you could get married, vote, die for your country and take out a mortgage : but I suspect you can do most of these things now at the age of 11 rather than 21. But even if the 21st birthday has been stripped of all its meaning, lets try and give it some back by declaring that on achieving the age of 21 you can feature in a Sepia Saturday post. And therefore let me introduce you to my son, The Lad, Alexander Holroyd Burnett who was born 21 years ago today. I seem to remember taking the above photograph when he was just a few days old. He's a bit bigger now, but to me and his mum, just as beautiful.
We won't see him this weekend - he's now in the midst of his clinical years at Medical School and no doubt he will be hosting a good few parties down in Sheffield - but we will be thinking of him. And we'll be thinking of that day 21 years ago when we both looked at that new life that had just come into being and wondered what was in store for it. Happy birthday Pal : there's not been a day of the 21 years when I've not been proud of you.
This is a Sepia Saturday post. To see other Sepia Saturday posters go to the Sepia Saturday Blog and follow the links.