The boy is 9 today. I always considered Brandie the one that babies him but I have to admit its weird thinking of my youngest being 9 and not just because of the implication on my age. The little guy has had a rough go lately with the new neighborhood and school but he is being very courageous and seems to be enjoying the fan fare over his birthday. I am glad he gets that recognition. Being the younger and more quiet sibling he often languishes in the shadows. We got to go laser tagging last week with a couple of his buddies as they had Friday off of school. It was fun especially since my vest was broken and did not register kills very easily so I smoked everyone. Consider this my confession since I haven't revealed that to the kids yet. As I reflect on Dylan and what he means to me, Matthew 3:17 comes to mind. "And a voice from heaven said, "This is my Son, whom I love, with him I am well pleased." I not prescribing deity to my son, I just know I love the little bugger and I am proud to call him my son. He has a heart for God that I admire and challenges me. He is funny and smart. I am blessed to have him in my life. Even though the picture is quite old - it is one of my favorites because at an old car club I used to be in I would take the kids for rides around the track after the event was over. It was always a thrill for both of us and so it is one of my favorite memories with him. So Dylan on this your ninth of birthdays - Happy Birthday and I love you!
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That is about the sweetest thing I have ever read.
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