By Rodney Hays

This weekend was a really busy one for me. Yesterday, I signed my son up for baseball. I also volunteered to coach his team if they really need any help. We've been getting ready for this day for a while. Probably thrown the ball back and forth a thousand times in the last few months. I've pitched him balls until my arm was sore and coached him about "keeping his swing level" and to "keep his eye on the ball."

His games start soon and I can't wait to watch him play, and I'll try not to laugh too hard if he runs to third base the first time he hits the ball.

Also this weekend, I stayed up all night working on a science project with my little boy. He's only in first grade but science is really important. He was supposed to do something about space or some such. His mom went out and bought all of the props he would need for the video. All he needed me for was to capture the video, edit it and add a soundtrack. It was the cutest little thing too. We had a Ninja Turtle dressed up like a space man with a script and a lot of jumping around on some "foreign planet" to the tune of Van Halen's "Jump." It was quite amazing, but I'm really tired now.

Also, we had to go pick out his first band instrument. He decided to play the trombone. It's a pretty cool instrument. The house was immediately filled with a lot of loud notes being played that sounded like a scale. It wasn't too long before he was playing the school fight song and scaring the dog with the theme from "Jaws."

We also squeezed in some more junior high years with a lot of junior high hijinx. He and his friends will ride all over town on their bikes and eat all the food out of the refrigerator. He even says, "The only people that like eighth-grade boys are eighth-grade boys." I tend to believe him.

This past weekend, we also squeezed in a few years of high school. He played football on the varsity team. They won some games and lost some games and I was proud of him either way. Then he went and got his driver's license. He went to prom. I confiscated his fake ID, which was a terrible likeness. And then he up and graduated and went to college. Then late last night, he found a girl. They decided they kinda like each other and decided that maybe they wanted to spend the rest of their lives together. It was weird, because we started seeing him less and less. He started spending more time with her. They got a place. They got a dog. They got a life of their own.

We love that little girl too. She is perfect for my son. Sometimes you can look at her and you see a little girl who practiced ballet, and did science projects, and was a junior high girl and went to the prom and graduated and found a boy.

Also this past weekend, they got married. They eloped actually. It was a planned elopement but an elopement nonetheless. They went to New Orleans with a few friends, and a bag full of fancy clothes. They found a preacher, who got his license in a "big brown envelope," and they got hitched. It was perfect.

I didn't go to the wedding, but the chapel had a speakerphone, so we listened in as my little boy, who only yesterday was playing baseball in the yard and making Ninja Turtle movies for science projects, got married. We listened. And we realized that he is growing up so fast.

They all do, I guess.

So, now he is 22 years old. He's found the girl of his dreams and a great bulldog and they are starting to build a life. And we love them all and can't wait to experience their lives as part of ours.

All of that happened over just one weekend.

Now, I just have one message for my daughter: You will now have to wait until you are at least 30 to start dating. I know that seems like a long time, but it's just a little over ten years. You'll think it will all go by so slow. But, trust me, it will all seem just like a weekend.

Read more of Rodney Hays' humor on his blog at www.rodneyhays.com. Follow him on Twitter at www.twitter.com/rodhays.