A few weeks ago, I purchased a birthday gift for my newborn son, Zack.
However, its not a typical gift you’d buy for a baby. In fact, its a bottle of whisky! But don’t call Social Services just yet… I’m not going to give it to him until his 21st birthday, alongside a letter I’ve written to him.
As I look at him, I can’t help but think of all the experiences and memories that await him. When I was 21, I remember how significant each year felt to me because our circumstances change so much at that stage in our lives… the schools we attend, the friends we socialise with, the classes we study, the jobs we work.
Zack is going to see and experience so much in his first two decades. I can’t wait to share those moments with him. And all the while, this bottle of whisky will be waiting for him… waiting until he’s made all those memories. The good, the bad, and everything in-between.
I don’t know how his life will turn out. I don’t even know if I’ll be around in 21 years myself. But no matter what, I want him to have this gift so he can toast to the memories he’s about to make (or already made from his perspective).
Having tasted a variety of Japanese whisky in my time, I settled on the 12-year old Hakushu for its taste and quality. It was expensive but worth it. By the time he opens it, it will be 33 years old making it that extra bit special.
I haven’t photographed the full letter here, as the words are for his eyes only. I considered making this whole blog post a future letter to him, but who knows if WordPress will be around in 21 years, let alone my personal little corner of it. I figured a physical letter would be the safest option.
I sincerely hope that one day, 21 years from now, Zack and I will clink glasses and toast the amazing life he’s lived so far… and the future that awaits him after.
Thanks for reading, folks 🙂