Here he is in all his red-headed glory, my other son, Bobby. He drove this tractor around the other day at his grandparents' ranch, and as I watched the back of his red head go down the drive, my heart hitched a bit. Was it that long ago that he sat on his father's knee as they did laps around the same gravel trail on the old red Farmall?! It's hard to believe he's now driving a tractor himself.
When Bobby was 15 months old, he followed his father around the garden, hoe in hand. He was always very serious about work; it was his play. We have photos of Bobby "changing the oil" in his tricycle, while in the background his grandpa worked on his truck.
I think it's this seriousness about his responsibilities that earns him praise from his teachers and the high school administration. That and the fact that he's so willing to help out. He's been called a hero by more than one teacher when he's taken care of a computer problem for them.
Bobby is a senior now and, Lord willing, will soon be off to college. I will miss this future computer engineer. I can hardly express how proud he's made me. I will try to sneak in as many hugs as possible while he's still around.
Here's to you, Bobby, and your bright future! Thanks for blessing our home with the gift of yourself.