Two nights before

So it’s Saturday night, two nights before our t-tiny starts a new school.  I go into his room to check on him, just like every night, and I have a moment.  I hear the fireworks at the stadium from First Night Carolina, remember back to my first nights at USC, and then flash forward to his freshman year in college.  I immediately thank God that he's only three, and that he’s still a baby, and that I get to check on him-in our house-each night.  I’m going to blink and it really will be his freshman year.  I stay in his room a little longer tonight.  My t-tiny...surrounded by all his guys. He's still a baby.