My son's birthday...

So many memories, good and bad. Who doesn't have the bad ones, everybody does but everybody's good ones are unique to them. Like when he was born and we named him Jonathan meaning: "God's gift". When he was about 4 and got himself dressed up as a hockey goalie. How about dancing in grade 5 to music, I can't remember the group but they were the ones from the 90's that could canned for lip syncing. Playing soccer for 10-12 years, watched 90% of them and cheered him on. Then onto football with HCHS, then Vancouver, then Winnipeg then Chilliwack. Seeing him play his cousin and being named MVP for Winnipeg. So man times too seeing his kindness to others helping when he can. Where did all the time go?