Saturday, my day off. The Roughriders are playing Hamilton today at 2:00 on TSN in High Definition - if the kids cooperate that's the sole endeavour for the day.
My son, Noah (5 1/2), had his first sleep over last night. It is strange that he is not home right now. I realize that this is one first among many that I will experience as my oldest child grows and matures. It is at the same time both gratifying and terrifying. As a parent we want them to grow and mature and most of our energies are directed to that end. When we see indicators of development and maturity we become proud and happy. Yet, at the same time, there is an ache in the heart. How strange? Why, I wonder?
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