It happens while you’re busy making other plans
I was just reading Wil Wheaton’s latest blog, which features a picture of him at age 14. And I realized that now it looks more like a picture of my older son, a kid I’d like to throw birthday parties for and kiss goodnight. That picture is no longer of the kid I wished I could go steady with and trade friendship bracelets and beat at air hockey. Hell, I guess we all grew up. It’s kind of hard to explain to my kids why that’s not a bad thing.