They Grow Up So Fast

I don't have kids, but on some level I feel like I know what it's like to love your child. I have a little brother. He's about 10 years younger than me. This is what he looked like as a little person. Adorable. Lugging his big golf bag out onto the golf course even then.


This is what he looks like now. The one on the left (in case you can't figure it out). He'd kill me if I called him adorable today. Even though he is still adorable to me, I'll call him handsome. Taylor went to prom last weekend. I can hardly swallow the fact that he's in high school, but prom? Taking girls out on dates? Driving? 17 years old? When did this happen?


It seems like yesterday Taylor was crawling across the floor. Drawing with a green crayon all over the walls of his bedroom. Giggling as his toy Boggle wiggled in his hands and shook his entire body. It's all hard to imagine that time has gone by so quickly. He's still a sweet kid — although 17 comes with its own dose of teenage behavior.

Maybe I can handle prom. But college. I'm not ready.