My number one son. I call him Brother Duck. That would be the 56-14 kind of Duck. The type of Duck that wears green and yellow and Quacks after each touchdown. Dakota. Him of the bright yellow rain boots, and silky blond ringlets. Him of the race car t-shirts and odor-ific feet!
He is my pride, and my heart. My teenager that I see far to rarely. My first taste of real love.
(this post took me 35 minutees to write!)