Our oldest child turned 13 last week. We now have a teenager. Ive been trying to process all that it means.

I wrote this poem for him.

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Son, I hope this year is the longest for you,
And I hope the next several drag on too.

I hope January lasts 90 days
And we keep growing in loving ways

I hope this spring never ends
And keeps making us the best of friends

I hope the summer sun never sets
While we make memories with few regrets

Walks and runs, battles with nerf guns.
Camping and hikes. Long rides on bikes.

Swimming & slides. Long car rides.
Legos and Xbox. At the creek skipping rocks.

Mowing grass and summer money.
Making laughs and being funny.

Memorizing Scripture. You and me.
In the Bible. Like a tree!

Time, slow down. Please slow down.
I’m trying my best to keep him around.

Son, I hope this year is the longest for you,
And I hope the next several drag on too.

For I am not ready to let you go,
With all my heart, I love you so.