I remember the first time I met you. I had tears in my eyes the first time I held you. Evidently I was allergic to the lotion Yvette had put on in you or something. Or maybe it was all the people getting off the plane congratulating me on my new child.
I had already seen a picture of you. Your mom had sent me
a link to your photoshoot. There may have been a few times I questioned if you were really mine or not.
Then you'd do something and your mom would say you were definitely my child.
But as you got older you displayed an
amazing love of animals and a talent for creativity. Sometimes (at least once) you were even a model child. I don't remember whose belt you used for the snake. But it was pretty amazing to see.
You've done a lot of growing up through
the years. And you still have more to do in the future. Maybe not in height, but growing into maturity. Making decisions. You'll make some good ones, you'll make some bad ones. I hope how we've raised you leads you to make more good than bad.
At some point last night, Possibly while we were waiting for the graduation to start, Possibly while watching
you walk out onto that field, Possibly while watching you walk across the stage, Possibly while watching you walk back to your seat with your diploma in your hand. I don't remember exactly when. I might have felt a tear come to my eye. Not necessarily because you were graduating. It might have been the pollen in the air triggering my allergies.
Or maybe it was when the realization struck me. You had just GRADUATED!
And it'll be 13 years before Brayden graduates!
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Zeke, I love you and always want the best for you in your life. Get an education, keep drawing and never forget what a wise person once said to me:
"If you find a job you love, you'll never work a day in your life"
Maybe it won't take you as long to figure out what that means as it did me.
Love,
Dad
P.S. Graduations are the only time you'll hear most parents shout "that's my boy!"
While their sons are wearing a dress.
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