You give your grandfather credit for teaching you almost everything you know.
Last week you told me that Gramps taught you how to breathe. Seriously.
Your teachers, your parents and your friends receive zero credit for teaching you anything. It’s not fair.
But based upon your verbal intonations here, I suspect that this is one time when we can give Gramps some credit:
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I grew up on a horse, little one.
Before my parents divorced, our home and our lives were geared towards the many horses that we owned and boarded. The horses were partly the cause for my parent’s divorce.
My father loved them and my mother did not.
I used to compete in horse shows with my father.
I was bitten and kicked by horses.
A horse once bolted with me clinging to its back, sans saddle or reins. The horse eventually brought me back home more than an hour later.
So when Jeff sent me these images of you on the back of your very first horse, I was both elated that you were brave enough to climb aboard and a little saddened that your mother and I were in Brattleboro, Vermont at a literary festival at the time.
I'm proud of you, little one. So very proud. And just a little bit sad, too, that I wasn’t there to see this happen.
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Nani spent a week with us after I went back to work, little Charlie, helping Mommy take care of you. As a result, the two of you spent a lot of quality time together.
Even when Nani was working her eBay business, she found time to snuggle with you. Between me and Nani, you have spent a great deal of time listening to the clattering of keyboards.
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