Hard to believe because it seems like the time has gone so fast, but my son London is 21 today. A couple of weekends ago, we were lucky enough to spend some time with he and his young family.
We probably should have told him what we were going to do, but that would have spoiled the fun. We went to dinner at his old favorite Mexican restaurant, El Nopal. That wasn’t the issue. Misty made sure that the restaurant knew it was his birthday so why not smash whipped cream into his beard?
Plus, this gives me the chance to show off photos of his greatest present ever, Jeremiah. I always felt that about my kids so it’s nice to know that he feels the same way. Happy birthday son. I love you more than ever.
And yes, when we leave El Nopal, the table always looks like this. We enjoy having a good time.
Yeah, that’s an old country thing. “He cleans up pretty good,” they say. Or they direct it at you or some third party. But that’s okay because we’re in the country. Which is weird because Louisville is the crossroads. Too north to be southern but too south to be northern. And so it will be with London when we goes off to wherever life takes him. Continue reading “Cleans Up Pretty Good”→
There’s a part of the Tao that I was reading today and it reminded me of my son London because it describes his personality. He’s never read the Tao and at this point of his life, he’s not even interested in it, but part of it is in him nonetheless. Continue reading “This. Kid. Right. Here.”→
The idea behind Thanksgiving is right in line with my beliefs. We should all be grateful and give thanks for what we have. No matter how much we have or what we have. You entered the world with nothing.
What a journey it’s been. My son, London, joined the Valley High School football team the summer before his Freshman year, excited but nervous. He liked football but had no idea what to expect when it came to actually playing the game.
Yesterday, we talked about last Friday’s Valley Viking Football Appreciation Day and how one of the things I got to do is get individual photos of the players that came out. And I also admitted that the first photos I was going to show was my son, London, the starting left tackle. for one of the shots, Misty took control of the camera and got me and my kiddo. Continue reading “SKETCHBOOK: Showing Off My Kiddo”→