Strange day for me today. When the calendar page turned to the 6th of October, my first born turned 8 years old. Not only is he our first born child, but he is my only son. I honestly cannot remember where the past 8 years have gone. When I think about the fact that when the same time period passes again, he will be driving, I really can’t believe it. Seems like just last summer we were trying to figure out a bicycle.

You’ll have to understand today if I am overly reflective and maybe a bit silent (is that even possible?). I get this way three times a year. One day for each child. I close with what I have prayed for “The Boy” since before he was born. Happy Birthday my son. May you always greet the world…”With Arms Wide Open”.

If I had just one wish
only one demand
I hope he’s not like me
I hope he understands
That he can take this life
And hold it by the hand
and he can greet the world
with arms wide open