People.

Its slow fast season. Or, perhaps for some of you it’s fast-slow season.

Same thing … Eventually.

It is only now that I can now fully comprehend how quick this kid thing can and is going to go.

It is only now that I am truly able to cherish and welcome all of these moments with FoH … Where I know the fatigue will pass. All of it will.

And it is my job to love it all … The way he tears through the house now. The path of destruction he weaves and leaves in his wake.

I have a lifetime of grown-up FoH. I only have a small window of these beautiful days.

And I plan on loving every single beautiful, terrifying second of them all.

It all really does come back around to Love.