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Tough Little Boys

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Today is Dustin’s birthday. Today he is my grandson’s father, my daughter’s husband, my one and only son-in-law. “Yesterday” he was a cute little boy in our small town.

Time flies. Life changes. People you knew of, become people you love. That is you Dustin.

Although you have always been a gentle soul, the following words seem to fit this sweet picture (taken by your wife) of you and little Leon. (Apologies to Gary Allan for slightly changing a few gender words in the last  two verses.)

Happy Birthday Dustin.

Well I never once
Backed down from a punch
Well I’d take it square on the chin
Well I found out fast
A bully’s just that
You’ve got to stand up to him
So I didn’t cry when I got a black eye
As bad as it hurt, I just grinned
But when tough little boys grow up to be dads
They turn into big babies again.

Scared me to death
When you took your first steps
And I’d fall everytime you fell down
Your first day of school, I cried like a fool
And I followed your school bus to town
Well I didn’t cry, when Old Yeller died
At least not in front of my friends
But when tough little boys grow up to be dads
They turn into big babies againWell I’m a grown man

And as strong as I am
Sometimes its hard to believe
That my little son, not even one
Could totally terrify me
If you were to ask
My wife would just laugh
She’d say “I know all about men
How when tough little boys grow up to be dads
They turn into big babies again

Well I know one day, you’ll move you away
And I’m gonna stand there and smile
But when I’m home, and I’m all alone
Well, I’ll sit in your room for a while
Well I didn’t cry when Old Yeller died
At least not in front of my friends
But when tough little boys grow up to be dads
They turn into big babies again
When tough little boys grow up to be dads
They turn into big babies again.

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Happy Father’s Day

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Dear Dad:

This is the first Father’s Day I haven’t bought you a card, although I have stopped by many card displays and wished . . .

With Wednesday’s arrival of Leon Gordon, I’ve been thinking how thrilled you would be in your own humble way, to learn that your name lives on with this newest great grandson. I want you to know that your children and grandchildren cherish the memory of you, choose to honour you and pray that more than just your name graces the character of your lineage.

It is hard to imagine that these newly born men (all  your great grandsons) will one day have grandsons of their own, who will in turn have a hard time imagining that their grandpa was once a cute little boy.

So today I want to publicly remember you Dad, and show the world that the wonderful man you became, was once a darling little crackerjackid, You were adorable. Your entire life.

Happy Father’s Day Dad. I miss you.

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Dear Grandma

When I was in grade one, and learning to print, my Dad helped me write a letter to my Grandma. I adored her, and was so excited to show her what I was learning in school. Dad helped me spell out each word. It went something like this:

“Dear Grandma:
How are you? I am fine. I like school. I like to read.
I hope you are feeling better.”

When it came time to say good bye. Dad told me to print “Love, Laurel”.
I found this to be quite disturbing. I knew I loved my grandma, but wasn’t sure I should demand that she love me.

I mulled it over and finally settled on:

Like, Laurel

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