May 30, 2012

Dear Will, It is almost 5 pm, you and your Mom will be getting home soon. You are becoming an AWESOME boy. You are laughing at jokes, and showing kindness, patience, and of course, manners. Your Mom and I marvel at how fast you are growing, both physically, and socially. To you right now, there are no strangers. This worries me more than a little, because I have to introduce you to Stranger Danger soon. But I hate to. You do not know fear of others, only curiosity. I wish I did not have to instill it in you, but that is the world we live in... On to other things. You absolutely LOVE racing! Every race I watch, even if it is for a few seconds, you ask "Is Jeff Gordon in this race?" And I love that. I have gotten in the habit of calling you "partner", but I know I need to stop. I never want to confuse the fact that I am your Dad, not your friend. Sure, I would love for us to always get along, always see the same side of things, and never disagree. But that won't happen - you have my stubbornness. So believe me, when we get along, we will - happily. But when I need to be Dad, and not look the other way when you get out of line, I will. But I wish I won't have to. Your Mom and I love you, and being your Dad is the single best thing I have EVER done. Dad