Growing Like a Weed

When Jack was young, I'd tuck him in bed, and the next morning I'd swear he'd grown at least two inches in the night. I remember thinking: he's growing like a weed. That expression has taken on new meaning for me now that we live on 37 acres of mostly weeds.

Update on Jack: last time I hugged him,
I had to stand on my tip toes as he is well over six-and-a-half feet tall -- taller now than Ed.