Little boy named Lance

My baby boy turns 28 on Monday... seriously I cant believe that he's 28 with a baby of his own on the way. I was just 26 when he was born, but it seems like yesterday that my sweet little Lance was born into our life... He was always attached to my hip and in my arms. He was a momma's boy!   Oh how ornery he was! So sweet and tender hearted but ornery to the core.  He would watch and study everything his "bubby ' would do and then decide if he too would join in. He lived for Dallas Cowboy football. His favorite movie at 4 yrs old was Top Gun. After nap everyday we would watch Top Gun. When he was old enough to go with daddy, bubby and grandpa he would build houses and tear down houses and hang out at the VFW with Gramps.  He and Gramps were the best buddies! 
As he got older he loved to play all sports and daddy was his coach with gramps on the sidelines coaching too. During school he was normally a great kid, but he could give a teacher a run for his/her money... You know those 'teachers kids", they think they know everything!  He achieved all things he set his heart to do and I am proud to call him "my boy"!
I am so proud of the man he has become and I know in my heart he will be the most wonderful daddy in the world.  That little Abby will be so lucky to be born with Lance as her Daddy.

Happy Birthday 'little boy named Lance", mama loves you !

PS. every night I would tell the boys a story ... Lances was "little boy named Lance and I will revies his day and make silly changes, he would always "catch" my mistakes and just giggle.... Ryan had the same story too... I bet Miss Abby will hear that story too!

Tootle loo