301 posts

I just noticed that I had made 300 posts on here.  300 posts ago I had a son named Nolan who lived and breathed and ran and played and laughed and smiled and ate and drank and wrestled and climbed and joked and danced and camped and fished and swam and wrote and drew and painted and kicked and ran and hugged and kissed and spoke and prayed and lived. 

I miss you Nolan.  And I love you with all of my heart.