Ok, so I just read my sisters blog. And since, been talking to my sister about this. Grant, my 10 year nephew, got a girls number on Saturday. 10 years old. Starting younger and younger. Scary. But the thing that gets me is, Grant is getting to that age. This means, I'm getting old. OLD! I was a freshman in college when he was born. Oh how the time flies. I remember the day he was born, I remember the day he took his first steps, I remember the day he spoke his first words, the day he started school. This isn't happening. My baby can't grow up. He just can't. Cause that means, I have to grow up myself and I'm not ready for that. Why can't they stay young, be cute and adoring? Oh well. I guess in 2 more years when I hit my BIG 30, he'll be 12 going on 13. Hitting those pre-teen years and getting more numbers. Guess I better brace myself!