My youngest son was on Fall Break from college last week, and it was good to have him at home again. The piano gave its very loud music all week long again, and the milk got all finished.
We sat together and talked for a long, long time on Saturday night, and I see him mature in many ways. He is not the boy who left for college two and a half years ago. He is now a man with his own ideas, purposes and walk with God.
His birthday is coming up next week and we celebrated it together since he was home. Twenty-one years old… old enough to drink, to vote, to father a child… My baby has grown up, and I am so proud of him. In many ways he brings comfort to my heart. In many ways he challenges me as well. He is good for me.