The Future Disguised As Shameless Bragging...

This is my Spirited ChildThe Diminutive OneMy Lastborn


This image was captured on a beautiful Saturday afternoon, while he was doing what he loves most. It's a rare thing, because at about two years of age, he decided that having his picture taken was simply unacceptable. I cherish pictures like these, where his unique and indomitable spirit shines through.

Though it looks as if he was posing, he was actually completely unaware of the photographer. That look is pure unmanufactured happiness. The love of the game. The anticipation of victory. The resolve to smack the dickens out of the ball. The confidence that he would. That look was to say..."Don't you worry Coach, this one is outta here."

There's a reason he was blessed with such a winsome little face. It's nature's way of ensuring that he makes it to adulthood. It's very hard to stay angry at a face like that. That face is why I walked away 1000 times. When telling stories of his exploits, I have often been met with exclamations of disbelief..."Not him! Look at that FACE!" Yes. That face. That blue-eyed, rosy lipped, freckled little face. It has stayed my hand and my tongue far too many times to count. Thank God.

This is my spirited child. He drives me crazy. I fear for what the future holds for him. It could well be incarceration. But it could just as easily be the Presidency. The only thing I am sure of is that whether he pursues a life of crime or a career in politics, he will do it with drive, enthusiasm and sheer unadulterated determination. He will be the best if it kills him and it just might.

God I love that kid.