My Son

Ian arrived Thursday afternoon and left Sunday evening.

I'm fighting off some depression today; it's to be expected. I always get "down" when he leaves. I only have so many moments with him in my life, and I cherish each of them.

When he's around, he brightens my world with his enthusiasm, his bright future and his wit. He always challenges me intellectually, yet shows the proper respect that I'm not even sure I've earned. I could have done much better as a dad, yet somehow grace blessed me with a wonderful son nonetheless.

Much better than I deserve, to be sure.

Don't take your time with your parents or children for granted. It'll end much too soon ... much sooner than you think.

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