We named ours Jasper.
18 years ago today.
He came home from a party last night, tall, late and unshaven, swinging his car keys around.
Me: Happy birthday!!
Him: I know! I was thinking while I was driving, if I were somehow arrested right now? I would have to go to JAIL! Can you believe it?
We laughed. I hugged him, and he headed down the hall to bed. My breath caught as his footsteps receded.
The answer is, No.
I can't believe it.
Just look over your shoulder.
Just look over your shoulder.
Just look over your shoulder.
I'll be there, always*.
* Except if you actually go to jail. Then call your dad.