Josh, the little fellow I've known since he was 11, turned 18. Hardly believable. We celebrated in style. His sister and aunt (and indeed all Josh's extended aunties and uncles) beamed with joy.
His proud but shell-shocked parents were fabulous hosts, as ever, and so was Josh. 
And...drumroll...here he is, the man himself, a talented apprentice landscaper and gorgeous rugby hunk in designer duds. Lock up your daughters. Happy 18th Josh, with all our love.
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I know he's my nephew, but PHWOARRR!!!
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