This morning, as my son took his nap, I could not help but notice just how adorable he was. Curled up upon my chest, one hand entangled in my chest hair, the other clutching my beard, he grunted and drooled his way into the Sandman’s castle. Such a happy little baby, always ready to play with daddy. Content, I drift off into sleep myself…

Cheyanne, I am crying with you as I write this. For you see, when I awakened from my nap, my cute little baby was gone. Somehow, he had been replaced by a gangly, hairy, and worldly fifteen year old. Yes, he is a very handsome lad. Still eager to do things with his old man, even though other things beckon. Intelligent too, though I will not bore you with details of his scholastic achievements or extracurricular activities. He is turning out to be everything that I could hope for him. Yet, in the bottom of my heart, I still yearn for those grubby little hands…I am sorry, I got carried away a bit.


Cherish every fleeting moment you have with her, the time goes by so damned fast.

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