This picture was taken Easter, 2004. Ang and I were 34, Ciera was 5, Rakes was about 5 months old, and I was still in my 3 day stubble look with no gray hairs.
And my cap didn't look like a science experiment. Still have it, though; Sox won it all that year with me wearing that cap so I break it out in event of an emergency, i.e. Sox/Yankee series.
Flash forward 5 years. I look like Colonel Saunders, Rakes is a roving terror who I'm still convinced is cyborg sent from the future, Ang is prettier than ever, and tomorrow Ciera graduates Elementary School.
It should come as no shock to anyone I'm not freaking ready for this. Middle School? Boys, drama, and daily prayers in the morning that the same little girl I kiss goodbye will come back to me that afternoon?
When my Grandfather passed away I was given his prized shotgun and a box of shells.
Any boy stupid enough to come calling?
Consider yourself warned.
Building for Keeps
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