Once again, my son is Athlete of the Month at his school. He has led his team in scoring in the past 5 games. He is a solid, consistent player who never gets riled and is always encouraging to his teammates. He gets great grades and is, overall, a really nice kid.
He didn’t play basketball on a team until his freshman year and now, his junior year, he is a starter on varsity. The kid takes after his mother, for sure!
She cried. I guessed. She cried some more.
I found this on my desktop.
Sometime in September I will have a new grandbaby – my fourth. Am I excited about a new little one? You betcha! Am I excited about the challenges she and her 17 year old fiancé face? Not so much. She likes to learn the hard way. He’s a great kid and treats her like she’s a goddess. So, do I need to emphasize the “kid” part of that statement?
Words I used most often in response to the entire situation:
I don’t know why but this made me want to travel.
“We’re bored. We’re going into town.”
Two hours later they return with energy drinks and a prosthetic leg.
These are my four sons, holding my oldest grandson. They were dressed up for the 50th wedding anniversary celebration of my parents. Oh yeah, they are all super nice looking! Oh yeah, they are all great guys.
I wondered why they were so good about posing for photos. Then someone told me they heard one of the older ones say, “Hey, lets get some photos while Jed is still shorter than all of us.” That’s my boys.
