Seven years ago today (tonight), you arrived in our world changed it forever. It’s true what everyone says, the birth of your child will change you. There’s no way to describe the feeling in a way that will make someone understand the relevance of the experience.

It’s been an amazing and crazy seven years. As I looked back at the photos in the video above, I not only wonder where that baby went, I wonder what you will look and be like in another seven years. Everyday is an adventure with you. I love seeing all the things in you that you have picked up from your mother, from me and the others around you every day.

I look at this young man who can name every dinosaur and recite every detail about them and see myself 30 years ago. I watch you read an entire book in a day’s time and remember when I used to do the same. I look at your face and see the beauty of your mother’s features transformed into a handsome young man. Watching you play baseball, I see “grandma’s” enthusiasm for the game transferred onto the field, having picked up a love and understanding of the game after spending summers watching it with her. I see “grandpa’s” engineering mind in your amazingly complex Lego and Lincoln Log creations. I see you holding “Granny Pete” to her promise to go looking for the Crystal Skull when you turn 16. I look at you now and see all that and more.

My mind cannot fathom what I will see in another seven years.

As we celebrate your birthday this year, I hope the Braves won the game against the Cardinals that we went to see. I hope they make to the World Series, so we can see Game 2 together. I hope you have added another autographed baseball to your collection. I hope we found the pack of Braves Logo Bandz that you wanted so badly. I hope you have enjoyed every minute of this weekend and the things we did together as a family. Most of all, I hope you know how much your father, your mother, your brother (yes, even Riley) and the rest of your family love you.

Happy 7th Birthday son.

Carter sorting his comics

Carter turned 4 yesterday and I can’t believe how time flies. It seems like yesterday that we were in the hospital, waiting for him to be born. I can’t even begin to explain how much he has changed my (our) life for the better. He’s a reflection of everything we are (as you can tell by the picture above – he’s sorting his comics). It’s such an amazing feeling, one that only a parent can know.

He’s full of quirks that make him unique. He talks constantly, to the point that it will drive you crazy sometimes. That is, until he says something so cute or intelligent that it makes you forget everything that’s happened and it instantly brightens your day. Weekends are the best, because I’m always home when he wakes up. He’ll wake up and yell for one of us to come to his room. As soon as you climb in the bed, you’ll get the biggest hug and “I love you” that makes a perfect start to any day. He’s always entertaining, especially to any group that will work with him. The last time I had lunch with a few friends, I barely got a word in edgewise. He can hold his own in any discussion about Star Wars, Transformers, Spider-Man, X-Men or any other geek topic he’s seen me partake in.

To sum it up, I’m proud to say he’s my son. Happy Birthday.

The image of the Star Destroyer that mesmerized me 30 years ago.

I can’t believe that it was 30 years ago that Star Wars was released. I can’t say that I have a whole lot to say, but it’s still important enough to me that it deserves a mention. It was 30 years ago that I began to imagine a galaxy far, far away. It was 30 years ago that I can recall specific childhood memories. I can’t say that Star Wars changed my life or inspired me to become who I am, but I do know that it was that film that introduced me to the idea of sci-fi, fantasy, and myth that I still enjoy to this day.

The one thing that most amazes me is watching Carter and his love for the same types of things. He watched Star Wars for the first few times at the baby sitter’s house when he was around 2 years old. Now, at almost 4 he can name as many characters as I could when I was his age. It’s an amazing thing, to feel like you are watching your childhood repeat itself.

However, 30 years ago there were no DVDs. There were no VCRs. Perhaps that’s why I saw the movie seven times in the theater. We take for granted that we can watch these movie whenever we want, but 30 years ago, it was something special to watch Star Wars. I think that is the one feeling that I still carry today.

No matter how many times I watch the DVDs or the re-release in the theater (why didn’t they re-release it for the anniversary?), or it shows up on HBO, I’ll never have that feeling again. I’m not saying that in sadness. It’s a good memory. I still remember the first time I saw Jill (my wife). I still remember the first time I saw Carter (our son). I still remember the first time we started the 1970 Chevelle my Dad and I built and I still remember how it felt watching Star Wars 30 years ago and that’s a good feeling.

Star Wars is seldom on my mind these days. There are more important things, like family, work and the new house, that take up my time. Having said that, I think sometime this holiday weekend Carter and I (and Jill is she wants to) may have to curl up together and watch Star Wars.