May 2, 1989. I still remember bringing Kenny home from the hospital like it was yesterday. I remember putting him in his crib and just watching him for the longest time thinking how amazing he was.
Is it really possible that we can go from this event to moving him to college in just 20 years? It does not seem that long. Where did the time go?
I know that I have been fortunate to have him stay home for his freshman and sophmore years, but I still am not ready to let him go.
Can you tell from the ball cap where he is going too? His empty bedroom has left me with many mixed emotions.
Kenny and Brent share a brotherly hug. They don't look like brothers at all, do they? I promise, they really do have the same father. :o)