Monday, October 13, 2008
Time moves too fast.
I picked buddy up from football practice and took him shopping tonight. The weather has turned to bitter cold. Got to love California. Last week people still had their air condition on.
He found his jacket rather quickly and then we went to dinner.
I love this kid. There was a time, age 9-11 that I could have killed him. He was angry about the divorce which made him a pretty angry kid.
A little counseling, my boy is a nice young man. I really enjoy his company. We travel together, he never complains. He is intelligent and we have better conversations together than I do with most adults.
We had such a nice dinner, chatting about politics, college and football. We laughed about his game last week when he recovered a fumble only to just stand there with the ball held high, shocked at his accomplishment.
As we left for dinner, he patiently held the door open as a family with 2 young kids walked through. They thanked him and he simply said "no problem."
I look up to him now. At 6 foot tall he isn't a little boy anymore. He is a fine young man.