The pilot never thanked me for single-handedly keeping the thing in the air with my death grip on the seat back in front of me. Rude!






I've watched this boy of mine grow up a little at a time from this view right here. This has always been his spot in the boat. His seat keeps getting smaller and smaller as our relationship gets bigger and bigger. I can't figure out if that warrants a sad face or a smiley face. He HAS to grow up...which means of course our relationship will take on a new dynamic every year or so.
How can a man descrie how much he loves his son? We've spent SO much time one-on-one. Since he was a newborn we've spent countless hours together - in a rocking chair, on our pond, casting, fishing, exploring, reading, singing, traveling, and overall just being best buddies. He's a part of me and I a part of him, I suppose.
This was only the second time we've ever run together but he did great! We went almost three miles and had to take some breaks. Mostly it helps me see how much fun it'll be to run together some day...just that I'll be the one trying to keep up instead of the other way around.