Fifteen...

I can think of no better way to dive back into A regular practice of writing than to start with this. On this day, our youngest son turned fifteen years old.

As the old timers used to say, in a way that was nearly cliche, it seems like it was just yesterday when we were at the hospital for his birth, when he was just 3 years old and standing at the counter on a stool washing dishes because he wanted to be like his older siblings, when he started to read, when he first started making some money and wanted to buy things for us with the money he earned and so many other memories as the time has flown right by us.

Yes, he still has a lot of growing up to do and plenty of challenges and choices ahead, but as he reaches the age of fifteen, it is a bittersweet thing to see his childhood drift away and fade into the solemn but joyful responsibilities of mandhood.

Happy Birthday, Ethan. I hope to celebrate many more of them with you!