The Real Mr. and Mrs. Smith


Whenever I am wistful about my own little boys growing up - there is always a chance to love on a little new boy that has come into the world! Rebecca is my forever gift of a friend from the days at Belmont Abbey because not only is she a great friend and an inspiration, but her husband is a head coach at the college level as well and we share that bond. I got a great 24-hr visit in with them when I went up to NC in early July. Welcome to the world Maddox!



From 'To A Young Son' by Julia Johnson Davis

In your face I sometimes see
Shadowings of the man to be,
And eager, dream of what my son
Will be in twenty years and one.

But when you are to manhood grown
And all your manhood ways are known,
Then shall I, wistful, try to trace
The child you once were in your face?

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MY LITTLE ONE - By Tennessee Williams

My little one whose tongue is dumb, whose fingers cannot hold to things, who is so mercilessly young, he leaps upon the instant things, I hold him not.

Indeed, who could? He runs into the burning wood. Follow, follow if you can! He will come out grown to a man and not remember whom he kissed, who caught him by the slender wrist and bound him by a tender yoke which, understanding not, he broke.

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We are so very glad that you are happy...
long may you keep so, my dear boy...
May you go on as well
as you have begun.
- Charles Darwin

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