October 11

Isaac had baseball practice up in Pleasant Hill this evening. During the drive over to the designated carpool pick-up lot, I looked over my shoulder at him in the backseat and was struck --for the umpteenth time-- by how much he's grown.

He still looks like Isaac, of course, with his extremely slender frame and those eyes and the smile, but it's amazing to realize how he's starting to look more and more like a full-grown man. Having the ability to remember him as a chubby-cheeked, truck of a toddler while simultaneously seeing him as he is right now is just incredible.

Even when it feels like time is moving much too quickly, the years are a blessing. Always a blessing.