I still feel my heart strings tug when I see him these days, on the baseball field, out to dinner, at home doing his homework, at school on Grandparent's day... always doing his boy thing, too old to be taken care of, but every time we hug hello or goodbye, he is so sweet to let me say, "I love you" with my embrace, and my heart always feels his goodness.
I see him trying to be the best he can be, whether on the baseball field or doing his homework. That's good character, grandson, and every time I see you biting down intently on your tongue as you are throwing a baseball, I know you are in the zone, digging deep down inside and praying you succeed. That's a good quality to have, and that's what I think makes you the best of the best!
Happy Birthday, dear Joe. Can you hear me and Grandad singing?!