My, how the time flies.

Today, my baby is 22. He is an expectant father, in the military, a grown man. It does not seem like so long ago I was wiping his tears away. He has grown into a wonderful man...caring, loving, and responsible. He has his moments, he is far from perfect, but he is a good kid in the end. I patiently wait for the birth of his son...to hold and love like I did his daddy. It is going to be forever before November gets here, but I can wait. With the grace of GOD, everything will work out beautifully and life will continue to get better. Not until you no longer have a littel one in the house do you miss it at time. I have matured and have come to the conclusion I need to have the babies from time to time to remind me that life is short and has to be lived like it is your last day. I try to do that.....don't you?