This may get a little sentimental, and i,m sorry, but yesterday evening i was working at my desk when my youngest child came up to me, a baseball bat perched on his shoulder and a cap on his head, and asked me if i felt like playing a little ball with him. I was trying to get some important work done before going away on a long trip, and i very nearly declined with regrets, but then it occurred to me that never again would he be seven yrars, on month, and six days old, so we had better catch these moments while we can.