Sweet Sixteen

It's always nice to come home after being away for a month or so. (I wonder how four months in France will go over.) After hearing Grant sing in All Region Choir this evening, I am so incredibly impressed. It's just plain awesome to see him growing up. It gets me thinking back to when I was sixteen. I was starting my junior year of high school- driving Samson around in my trunk, skipping some classes, kissing boys (what?!), and preparing to go to Ireland. Wow. It's so strange to imagine him at that age, doing those things. This is part of why I want to stay around in Dallas after I graduate, just so I can finish watching him graduate high school and such. Crazy.