Twenty-One years and one month ago, Preston was born.
The practice child.
I'm so very, very glad we didn't break him or screw him up.
He is such a joy. So responsible, so personable. Quick with a smile and a hug.
He's finding his place in this world. College has finally become interesting, as he is now taking the courses that are directly related to his major.
He's excited and happy.
That makes me excited and happy for him.
This time next year, he'll be all grown up and on his own.
He and Katie are getting married.
Plans are well under way.
A new chapter in his life and certainly a new chapter in ours.
We haven't always seen eye to eye.
It wouldn't be normal if we hadn't.
I think we've come to a place where that's okay with both of us.
Just like all parents, I find myself thinking about the day he was born.
Wondering where the time went.
Looking forward to the time ahead.
Enjoying this moment in time.
Happy belated birthday, Bubee.
Eventually all the stars will align and everyones schedules will allow us to eat some cake and blow out some candles.
Love you madly!