There was a rare sighting of my son today. Not rare as in I don't see him but rare as in I had my phone camera to snap a far away shot. He doesn't like pictures taken.
He came yesterday to spray fence lines not because I ask but because he thought they needed it. Today he brought his almost fil 's backhoe and took out the blackberries everywhere and some trees growing on the garden edge blocking sun. Spent few hours in 95* weather and didn't ask for anything in return. I gave him water during and a chicken salad sandwich and some drinks afterwards.
For every one spot of trouble he has caused me (and he was damn good at trouble in his younger days too) he has done 10 spots of good for no reason.
I'd put my son up against any kid that's never caused a lick of grief and he'd come out ahead in my book.
The trials and tribulations of his youth have grown him into a hard working great father and man.
Course with this cuteness it's hard not to be a good dad.
His experiences with the "men" in his life that should have been good role models has been dismal and that's my fault. I chose wrong but that's another story. No matter though he's righting the wrongs and moving always upwards.
I'm not gonna lie I'm crying with pride right now.