Off he goes....

and here goes my son. My first born, my heart.... Off on his big camp out with out me... Not that I expect him to stay home forever; nope, not what I am saying at all... Where did the time go? How did we get here already.... Breath people keep telling me. I'm breathing; Here you go Q; your first step to show you have listened to half of what your father and I have tried to teach you.

Off you go my son. Be safe and remember where home is!


There isn't a child who hasn't gone out into the brave new world who eventually doesn't return to the old homestead carrying a bundle of dirty clothes. ~Art Buchwald