There is just no way I went from looking at pictures of your Kindergarten graduation Monday morning, to having a beer with you Monday night. Photos of you in a fireman’s hat, a conductor’s cap, sleeping in your stroller. Really? Twenty two years? I don’t feel old enough for that. Well, then again, my feet hurt like hell when I came home today, and my joints are not what they used to be. I mean to be honest, I was started young, but wow.
Maybe you and your brothers keep me young; maybe that’s the secret. Whatever it is, I want you to know, Josiah, that I am proud of how you turned out, proud of your work at school, the things you’ve done, the example you’ve been to younger kids, whether it be in sports, in youth group, the puppet productions or the local theater. You’ve got determination and a good heart, and I couldn’t be happier. My greatest dream for you has come true, that you have grown up to be a good man. Thanks for making your mom and I believe that we had something to do with it.
I don’t have those baby and childhood pictures online yet, but here are just a few memories from just the last six years or so.