Buster = 3

three

My son, Hunter, turned 3 today. Man, where has the time gone? It's been one hell of a year, little man, and you handled it amazingly and took it all in stride.

I am indeed proud to be your daddy.

May you approach life exactly as you approach those steep hills on your scooter -- fast, somewhat out of control, and, when you fall, always willing to pick yourself up, dust yourself off and get back on it to give it another go.

I love you, son.

Happy Birthday.