I've been floating in and out of the realization that my big guy turns eighteen today. A "man" now, I suppose. My brain won't quite let me get there, though. I look at him and behind that HUGE frame and ever-present whiskers is still that little bitty boy who insisted that "containers" were, in fact, "batainers". That performed magic on something by loudly stating, "Abby Kadabby, Hokey, Pokey". That once asked with the biggest, most beautiful inquiring blue eyes, "Daddy, is the moon the biggest thing in the whole University of Texas?"
I wish my big guy many fabulous adventures on his path, all the lessons to be learned, and all the love to be found.