My 8-year-old son spent 45 minutes tonight writing my wife and I a letter telling us how much he loves us.
I don’t know why, and it doesn’t really matter. What I do know is that I’m very lucky.
Jay’s an amazing boy. He’s bright, funny, incredibly caring, and one of the most sincere and genuine people you will ever meet. I find myself torn between wanting to cling to every day with him and anxiously anticipating what lies in his future.
Whether its listening to him play Dark Blue on the piano, playing video games together on the Wii, making our podcasts, watching the Charger games, riding bikes to Five Below, sharing a comic book, or just hanging out – he makes me smile 1000 times a day, and I appreciate every chance I get to spend time with him.
Like I said, I’m very lucky. And one of the coolest things is that he thinks he’s lucky too.
Contributed by: Scott Copperman (Guest Author)
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