Duh, the most important thing this weekend...
Bubba is 10. I can hardly believe it. He changed my life (and Dahey's and WildDog's...). Bubba is an ebullient character who says things like, "What is going to be OUR commuting vehicle?" when we bought a new car. He loves music (like his dad) and has a horrible sweet tooth (just like me).
I look at him and see bits and pieces of both of us, with shades of my late father-in-law, the stubborn, yet likable internist.
Time surely flies! I'm going to enjoy every minute.