8 years, 10 months.

Dear Jack,

This week I received a notification from Facebook, reminding what was going on in my life exactly 5 years ago.

I clearly remember it: We went as a family of 3 to Arrington Vineyards.

Your sister had not been born yet. Actually, you were just 3 years old- the same age as your sister is now.

We still lived in our town house on the outskirts of Nashville. (And we made a lot less money back then, too.)

But it was really good times. And I admit, part of thinking about those “simpler times” makes me feel a little said that you not that little boy anymore.

But at the same time, I appreciate the nearly 9 year-old boy you grown up to be.

It is definitely a bittersweet feeling!

Love,

Daddy