Eight years a father

Where has the time gone?

In many ways, it feels like just yesterday my son, Jareth, was born. Tomorrow (Thursday) he’ll be 8 years old and I find myself both amazed at what a wonderful young person he is and afraid of how quickly the years will continue to slip by. What’ll be even harder, this year, is that I won’t be around for his actual birthday. Instead, I’ll be in Casper at the Wyoming Press Association Winter Convention.

Living in Wyoming, I’ve often joked with people that I remember Jareth’s birthday because it was the day after the Denver Broncos lost (read: threw) the Super Bowl to th...