Reflections, a Sonnet and a Son

  Recently I posted about the incredible and world shattering fact that my oldest son has reached the age of two and twenty. It’s a fact I am still puzzling about. I am really not certain how this all transpired. Wasn’t it just a short time ago when I took a full thirty-five minute video of him…

My Firstborn Hits 22, How is this Possible?

There is just no way I went from looking at pictures of your Kindergarten graduation Monday morning, to having a beer with you Monday night. Photos of you in a fireman’s hat, a conductor’s cap, sleeping in your stroller. Really? Twenty two years? I don’t feel old enough for that. Well, then again, my feet…