When my son, Gavin, was born, I remember holding him in my arms. We talked. Well, I talked. And looked.
When I loaded momma and baby into the car, I knew our lives were forever changed.
Now, thirteen years later, that thought was prophetic.
We have four children now. Gavin is a teenager talking about learning to drive (they let you get a learner's permit at 14 in Kansas).
I blink and he's thirteen. I'm afraid to blink again because he'll be grown up and gone.