Today, I hope you’ll indulge me in a lesson in time travel.
I feel like the most important thing you can learn from me is how fast time goes when you have children. I assume because for adults it becomes a new measure of time. I’m not sure what it is called exactly, “BC,” before children and “AC,” after children, but hopefully you are aware before it is too late.
If you know me well, the most important thing in life is our children. The bad news for them is that doesn’t mean that we buy them everything.
Hopefully it does mean we have passed along some wisdom, some life skills, some meaning that all of this daily grind is supposed to be worth it.
On Saturday, our oldest, Chandler, one of a handful of fine folks that printed this very newspaper you are reading, turns 21. It’s probably the most important age for a young person today. It is also probably the last “celebrated” age.
Sure we turn 30 or 40 or 50, but the same excitement doesn’t exist until that age is close to a retirement number.
This beautiful baby boy came into our lives on Feb. 11, 1996 and it seems like yesterday.
His beautiful blue eyes, just like his dad and these big box like feet, ahh that’s my boy.