the passage of time...

Or, how is it possible that Jake is almost 12?!

The family and I spent Sunday at a baseball tournament in Brampton. It was good ball - no flower picking, no spinning around the outfield. Cleats, pads, cups and all. And the 'game well played' hug had Jake and I standing near even. Crikey. He's growing up (metaphorically speaking) and he's growing up (physically speaking). As he continues to grow, I just hope we can all keep up with him.

We owe it to him.

Talk to you soon.