February 26

Sometimes it feels like time is flying by at Concorde-like speed.

I mean, wasn't this little muffin of mine just a newborn? How can he be standing there with his backpack on, ready to go to grandma's house all by his lonesome?

Still, as always, I see God in the time's passage. I've gotten to see Brady grow from babyhood and well into toddlerhood. And that's a pretty awesome thing.