I am quite amazed at my three kids, all of them are teenager’s now. With the oldest one having turned 18 last October. I still remember driving my wife and two day old Son home from Ft. Sanders Hospital in 1990. I remember the first night as a father in our home, he was restless and I placed him on my chest and we slept on the couch. I remember the first night when all three of them came home the first time. The now 18 year old is becoming his own man. Time sure slips away. All the mistakes that have been made are mine and mine alone, all the good and great stuff of my three kids are a result of their mother and themselves. My kid’s mother (my wife) is a dear saint to have and continue to endure raising four kids.