Tuesday, January 6, 2015

A 13 Year Old in the house!

When my son, Gavin, was born, I remember holding him in my arms. We talked. Well, I talked. And looked.
When my wife, Lennaé, and I walked into the hospital early New Years Day, we knew, in theory, that we'd be leaving with another family member. But when Gavin was born, I wasn't ready for the reality.

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.

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