Seasons of Fatherhood

A few days ago, I heard that song that says, “Time keeps on slipping, slipping, slipping into the future.” Boy, does it ever. In an hour or so, my wife will be sitting down with our future daughter-in-law and my son’s future mother-in-law to plan a wedding shower. And in less than four months, my oldest boy will move out and start the lifelong work of b…