That's My Boy

Yep, he is always the jokester. Couldn't find a picture where he's not making faces so today the jokes on him. Double deuces today for my only son. Happy Birthday Justin aka Bob!

Proud to be your Pops and I love you. I will always cherish those father-son moments when we were both little boys. Baseball, fishin', killin deer, and ridin 4-wheelers. Skippin stones, changin oil, carvin punkins, and building snowmen. Those many miles driving on vacation when I swore I was gonna kill you and your sister both. I miss lookin down at that little boy. I miss holding his hand when we crossed the street. I miss jumpin in the piles of leaves and pushin you in the wheelbarrow. I miss those never ending questions of why? and how come Daddy? I miss that little boy reaching up to me wanting to be held or wanting to set on my lap. I miss those bear hugs and the kisses goodnight. I miss that skinny little kid in his tighty whities running down the steps and flipping over the couch. Sometimes I think I wished those years away.

Now you are growing and maturing into a man and it is so tough to watch and allow you to go down your own road. It is hard to shut up and let you learn from your own mistakes, especially when they all seem to be the ones I have already made or continue to make. But man does my chest swell up when you make the right choice or the wise decision. I see you growing and maturing and being responsible in so many ways. I struggle with the tension of being there to help or support, as opposed to interfering or getting in the way. I guess that's part of being a Dad. I've learned as I went in the whole Dad thing and I continue to learn to this day. I know I have failed you in many ways as a father and for that I apologize once more, but know this...you have never failed me as my son. I love you more than you will ever know and I am proud to say, "Yep! That's my boy!".