In a few days he will turn 30.For some reason 30 was my hardest birthday.The end of being young no doubt an adult now.I close my eyes and I see a chubby little fellow with curly hair.He got endless attention from Josh and Jessica.His Grandparents and Grandmother Hare and of course Mrs Hayes.Right after he started walking he was dribbling a basketball on our hardwood floors.Someone once asked me were I sent him for dribbling lessons.He watched the Pistol and he could do all of Pete Maraviches drills.He was magic on the court.He didn't learn to read until he was nine so he always worked extra hard and would have a 3.92 in college.
No room here to mention all of the basketball awards but the word unbelievable always comes to mind.
There are some advantages to being the youngest. You have a sister who loves you so much and an older brother whose path you can follow. You are also the last one to leave home and with that you get more time with each parent.Jolene was worried I would have no one to play with when Justin left home. She was probably worried that she might have to take his place.
Even though they are all grown I will always think of them as my kids.From all of us HappyBirthday Little Fellow. Love You Dad
