When I think of how quickly the years rush by I recall the long summer days, sitting on the grassy knoll near the railroad tracks back the side road. I would watch the freight trains surge past me, each car whooshing by in such a blur that I barely had a chance to read the words painted on the side. This is how quickly the past twenty-six years have come and gone. Years were like minutes and the days like seconds. A soft, tiny, bundle wrapped in flannelet, now a strong man with kind eyes towering over me. Happy Birthday Alex.