Today my oldest son turned seven years old. Already I am wishing for a way to travel back in time and be able to hold him as a baby again. I try to remember the past seven years day for day.......yeah, we all know how that goes. Very frustrating. It's apparent that I don't do well with time moving on, and frankly I don't know how to deal with it. I don't want to miss anything, and I want to be the best father that ever raised a child. Again.....very frustrating.He will always be my baby no matter how big he gets. I know that is very cliche, but oh well. He is turning into your typical little boy that gets into trouble, rough houses, likes to play army, and loves his mom and dad. He also loves his little brother very much, which pleases me to no end. I hope that it stays that way. I get angry with him from time to time. I think it's because I want him to be so perfect. I need to remember that HE'S SEVEN!!! Cut him some slack. Christ!, he's seven. Let him be a little boy. He's really good at that. He is very well adjusted for being moved around so much. He makes friends where ever he goes, and everybody likes him. He has gotten the best traits my wife and I have to offer. He is super smart (Thank you Mindie), funny (Mindie again), handsome (once again....Mindie).......o.k. so like I was saying he got the best traits the wife had to offer, but he's still part mine, and I love him.

After typing this I have realized that my son as a whole can not be put into words. He is best experienced. Complicated like a finely tuned sports car, delicate like porcelain, tough like iron. He is my flesh and blood....my son....and I love him more than anything in this world.