I look at my oldest son, and like most parents, I see myself looking back into my eyes. A hard worker, with occasional bouts of laziness. An organized student, with paper scraps on the floor. The logical minded thinker, unless being illogical becomes more suited in the situation. And most importantly, the desire to have the approval of his family. I see the hard work he puts in on a daily basis in school and the "A's" he brings home proves it. Though every child will complain to his parent about chores, my son is generally accepting of the tasks I give him. His interests mimic my own with sports, books, the outdoors and games. And in the end he only wants to hear three words, "I love you".
My son is different than most as he is growing up without a mother in his daily or even monthly life. A true disadvantage, even in this day and age of divorce. Yet he has pressed on and worked hard with as little complaint that any preteen can muster to withhold. We joke and laugh. We play and occasionally fight. But my son, you truly brighten my day and lighten my soul because you are in my life. So with this passing Valentine's day, as I make fun of us both being dateless, you are in my heart most of all. Your father's love and gratitude is without limits when it comes to you.
