I admit it. I spent a long time loading and re loading this page tonight. I laughed, I smiled, I scratched my head.
Like turning seven, nothing really changes… not like magic. That didn’t stop me from teasing my son about his birthday. “Oh yes…” I said. “Tomorrow morning you are going to wake up and be almost as tall as I am, and your hair will be down to your shoulders.”
“But Daddy, my party isn’t until Sunday!”
“Oh that doesn’t matter honey. When you wake up you’ll be seven years old and you’ll automatically know how to drive. Why I bet you’ll just haul off and drive yourself to school, won’t you?”
“I think you’re teasing me Daddy.”
“I think I am too.”
“I love you Daddy.”
“Oh angel, I love you too. So much. I’m so excited about your birthday honey.”
“Me too.”
Like crossing a threshold, suddenly everything is changed. I have had a few moments like this in my life… possibly more than my fair share of them… but they are usually both the product of a long period of gestation — hindsight being what it is– and the herald of a great deal of work ahead.
Let’s get to it.
