Seems only days
  yet it's been years
Happy, tough, sad
  time shared in love
Dirt, boo-boos, tear stains
  and your a man
All grown up and starting
  your own home
Such a privilege to start
  nice to still have love at the door
Growing, changing we do
  it all the time
Somehow we forget
  because it is thrust upon us
We need to have more 
  belief in our ability to be
Agents of the changing world
  in which we live 
Have faith, see dirt
  move and grow, becoming
One more step in this life
  to make and see love