Peace and quiet.
Almost two and one-half years ago, the Lord gave my wife and I a “little” surprise—Evan, our son.
Since that time, life hasn’t been the same.
The house is filled with screams and squeals.
Toys normally cover the floors.
We have endured skinned knees, teeth coming in, potty training, and even an eye being superglued shut.
I don’t think we would trade the last 2 ½ years for anything.
But, you might want to check back when he’s 16—when the squealing comes from tires leaving the driveway and the screams are to be left alone.
Yep Steve. Nothing like 'em. Good to see your son growing into a fine young man. Must be that good raisin'
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