Today my little boy, turning young man...turned 10. The memories have flooded by. That day. The first day I held him as I smelled the sweet scent of his little head, the wrinkled forehead that slept so soundly next to me that night. The awe on the faces of his older brother and sister. This was their baby. And a daddy so confident, snuggling his little boy...for he had rocked, and snuggled two others before him...and he knew how fast the time would go. Today I looked at this man-child..and as I climbed up to the top of his bunk and snuggled into the pillow he had laid out for me...I kissed his forehead...the wrinkles now gone...and prayed a prayer of blessing over my boy...I talked of the future of this little one...his plan and purpose all while snuggling close..this little one turned big, my blond haired baby...with the gentle smile and eyes...who today turned ten.