This little guy of mine turned 9 years old this week. I don't know if NINE feels much different than EIGHT for him, but for me it suddenly feels like a leap from being my baby. TEN just feels so much closer than it did a week ago. He is a deep thinker, an adventure lover, a sensitive friend, a complex student, and a constant companion. He spends a lot of his mental energy being conflicted while trying to figure out his exact place in the real world, and also being immersed in an imaginary world suited to whatever his latest obsession is. Right now, it is everything Dr. Who. A month ago he was Jeff Gordon and an absolute expert on every and any race car. Next month? I can only guess, I'm just along for the ride. I am happy we can have our coffee dates in the back corner of The Sparrows here in Grand Rapids. I learn a lot in the process about the nature of being Cameron. He uses his sketchbooks to simultaneously tell the stories in his imagination while also contemplating his heart. "I've been feeling the depressive coming" "I wonder when my maturity will come?" "I think my humor is coming back." So Cameron, I don't know of the places you will go at TEN, or NINETEEN or FORTY-SEVEN, but I call ShotGun along the way.