When Colton heard his name called by the Nashville Predators in the 2012 NHL Draft, our family was overjoyed. And as soon as we got back home, my wife went upstairs to his room and dug the tiny Predators jersey out of the closet.
Perhaps it was fate.
Here we are on our second Fathers Trip, Colton and I, along with all of the other Predators dads, watching our sons live out their dream in the best hockey league in the world. Surreal? You could say that.
It really is overwhelming to say the least. It often still doesn't resonate very intensely with me that I even have a son in the NHL. But as I watched him and his teammates shut out the St. Louis Blues on Friday night, that feeling hit me again - and immense sense of pride for my son, just as all the other dads in the suite shared for their own kin as well.
Colton must have been five the first time I took him to a public skate at our local rink, and then hockey equipment followed soon after. In those first couple of years, there wasn't much of a distinction between he and the other players, just lots of falling down and getting back up.
But then he started to get better. At age 12, we went with his peewee team to the renowned Quebec Peewee tournament, one of my favorite experiences of his youth.
At 15, he moved away to go play in the British Columbia Junior Hockey League in Kelowna, and that was the first time I felt like he might actually have a chance to make something of this whole hockey thing.
From there, he went to play for the Kelowna Rockets of the Western Hockey League, and I'll never forget the phone call he made to the house to tell us he had just been named the youngest captain in team history.
He was so laid back about it, too. He says, "You're talking with the new captain of the Kelowna Rockets," and I don't think I better tell you what my response was. It won't be good for public consumption.