Today I am simply writing about my L’il Trooper. For those who do not know my son and our relationship, I should make some clarifications. My son is not little. At 6′ 3″ and 200lbs (and some change), he is far from little.
I use the silly terms of endearment for two reasons:
1.) I find it hilarious
2.) The names make him grimace. I can almost hear him mumble, “Mom don’t say that.”
Without completely embarrassing him (I will do that gradually over the next 30 or 40 years), let me tell you a bit about my eldest son.
David gave up a lot at a young age, stepping in and helping to raise his two younger brothers. It saddens me that he gave up so much of his youth. He has always excelled in everything he has tried from football and wrestling to academics. David has set the bar high for his brothers and they, thru his example are reaching for the stars.
I have typed and deleted a gazillion things I want to say. However, at the thought of sounding like a typical Mom, blinded by personal prejudice, I will stop with this sentiment:
My Cav Trooper Rocks!!!
…and because I enjoy humor at his expense, I am throwing in an early training photo:
David with his younger brother, Jared … They were practicing blending in with their environment. Do you think all Army Scouts began this way?
What an awesome big brother! Two gorgeous young men if I don’t say so myself!
Don’t ya just want to give him a hug?
(Hey David, shall I go on? You know I have hundreds and I love to share!)
I was once asked by another Mom, “Does he know how to let off the throttle?” David only knew one speed when racing and that was Full Throttle.
Kicking back and relaxing… at the tender age of two!
This is not meant as blackmail. If that were the case, I would have posted the diaper shots, the singlet pics, or perhaps the COWBOY pose!
Are you ever going to send me the requested picture?
Love you way much son!