I can't believe my first baby is turning 22. I really don't like getting letters or emails that begin with "I can't believe it is already.....(fill in the blank)", but I really can't believe it has been 22 years since I had Jack.
Honestly, sitting here right now, it seems like so much has happened in 22 years. Years of watching Thomas the Tank Engine and Toy Story, walking with him back and forth to preschool, walking him to the bus, going to countless sporting events, driving him to La Salle, then, finally, driving him out to Notre Dame for college. It seems to have been a long time, especially when I add in all those other children memories--playing golf with his brothers, walking in the stroller with Anna pulling his hair...has all this happened in only 22 years?
This was one of my favorite photos of Jack--he is around 8 months old:
And this is him today:
I took this from the photo proofs we were sent for his Notre Dame graduation photos. He really doesn't like it, because he thinks it looks like he just woke up.
