13 years ago

Thirteen years ago, I was in a delivery room at Cox South, awaiting the birth of our first child.
We checked in around 6 p.m. and spent the evening watching the summer Olympics, held in Atlanta.
Little did I know then, how different my life would be in 13 short years.
On Sunday, I passed on some advice (to a very young mom with a three-week-old) that I have heard many, many times during these 13 years, from those ahead of me in the parenting journey:
"Enjoy them now, because before you know it, they will be grown."
She had just asked how old my Sweet P was, and I said 52 weeks. Hard to imagine.
And now, here I am, on the eve of the Big Guy's big day...676 weeks...and I can't believe it.
Some days seem to never end. Discipline issues, messes, etc. But the years have truly flown by. I wouldn't want to do any of those years over, except to fix my parenting mistakes. The Lord has been kind to me and has, just this year, made some changes in my heart, that I hope will bear fruit in the lives of my sweet children.
I am very blessed.
Happy birthday-eve, Adam E.