The boy I use to call “Young Man” has become just that, a young man. On Wednesday, my wife plans to take him to the license branch so he can get his beginner’s permit.

It’s kind of scary knowing that a little more than a year from now, he will be grabbing his keys and leaving our home to go out and do what teenagers like to do when they become independent.

In a way, I’m glad he’s growing up although it seems to have happened so fast. A year ago, he was almost a head shorter than me and now we can look at each other eye-to-eye.

As they say you can’t stop progress, but sometimes I sure would like to slow it down just a little.