proud

Dylan,

We were all across the street chatting with our neighbors and their family, including their grandson Tyler, who spends most weekdays at their house.

You and Tyler (who is five or six months your junior) were running around together and throwing occasional rocks into the fish pond next to the driveway. We reminded you a few times not to go out past the sidewalk.

Once, while you were both throwing spikey-balls from a liquid amber tree from the sidewalk into the street, you heard a car coming down the street. You looked up then grabbed onto to Tyler with both hands until the car had passed, to keep him from running out into the street.

I don't know if you felt more responsibility because you already understand that you're the older one, or if you just naturally look out for your friends. Either way I was proud of you and expect you'll continue to give me reasons to be.


Dad