Yesterday was my birthday. I was having a kind of down day, feeling a bit bored. Last night, though, my wife asked a few folks over for cake and ice cream. As they sang Happy Birthday, my 3-year-old son, Caleb, brought literal tears to my eyes with his off-key singing, "Happy Birthday, Daddy." That puts it all into perspective.

We took Caleb fishing yesterday. It was his first fishing trip, and our first in years. We were hoping that he would catch a fish or two, but it was not to be. He did have fun, though. It seemed that he had more fun running around and throwing rocks into the water than he did fishing. That boy is amazingly good at casting for a three year old. He can throw his hook out quite a distance. He told me before we left that he was going to catch a fish for dinner. Maybe next time.

A few days ago Caleb and I went to pick his Mom up and take her to lunch. She works next to a small lake where Caleb likes to go and feed the ducks and geese. As we pulled into the parking lot, Caleb saw the lake and exclaimed, "I feed the ducks!" I told him that we would feed the ducks after lunch. Caleb told me, "The ducks is calling me. They say, Caleb bring me some food. NOW!"

Of course, after lunch we bought some bread to feed the ducks. Caleb reached for the $3 a loaf multigrain bread, and I told him, "no. The ducks don't like that kind of bread. They like this one," as I grabbed the 79 cent store brand. We walked around the lake and fed the ducks the entire loaf of bread. Caleb then wanted to go buy more, but I convinced him that the ducks weren't hungry any more. This little guy will be 3 in just a few days. Time flies, and they're only little for such a short time. We have to remember to savor every moment.