Tonight while I was grilling steaks for dinner, my son looked at me and said, “Dad, one day I’ll help you with the bills, groceries, and rent.”

My eyes welled up with tears.

I paused, spatula in hand, heart swelling with pride.

Finally, after all these years, my little boy is thinking about supporting the family.

I looked up at him, my eyes already watery, and said, “That’s my boy.”

He’s turning 37 next week.