Papa's Boots

Al Letellier_9

You're a lucky man, Josh. I missed the blessing of having a son. I envy you. It brought back memories of my dad. I am walking in his shoe today as he taught me the trade. Just glad that's figuratively as I'm at least 3 times his size. He's 92 now and won't come out of retirement no matter how hard I try.Enjoy every moment you can with that little guy. He's precious.

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Josh_10

No matter how late I work into the evening my wife Mandy always keeps our son Hunter awake so I can have a few minutes with him before he goes to bed.

When I walk through the door he greets me with his best grunt and helps me pull of my boots, all the while saying "da boots". Then he makes his best effort to put them on himself.

Here's a pic..

Weezbo

The dude needs Oars with hem boats

That is the memory we all have of luggin the old mans work boots around the living room.:) thanks

i used to look at it like weight training just to move them critters...

Mad Dog_2

Precious!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

My wife always gives me the third degree about my boots: Did you clean any sewers today? Did you work around asbestos and lead???? My Grandma Sweeney always said:
"don't worry...you've got to eat a pound of dirt before you die...." Is he your first, Josh? Mad Dog

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Darin Cook_6

Savor these moments

These times will pass by O'so quickly. You got a little boy who loves Dad and wants to be like him. All the money in the world cannot buy that.


Take care,
TSGT Darin Cook
Air Expeditionary Forces, Iraq

Josh_10

He is my first Mad Dog. And he changed my life! I had no idea that I was a pile of mush, until we had him. Being a father is the greatest honor I have had.

Darrell

Somewhere we have a picture of my son, now 19, with my gloves, hat, vest, and boots sitting on his scooter 4-wheeler sucking a pacifier. Every night I'd come home and he'd strip me at the door and all of the kids would ask about the dragons I'd fought that day. Mom instigated that. A couple of years ago I sold an old pickup that I'd run to death in the business. When I cleaned out the glove box I found a ziplock bag with spare diapers,little carhartt bibbs and pacifier for when my kids rode with me on service calls. I cried. In fact, I might now.

Darrell

I see you're in Irag...thanks for fighting so that, maybe, my sons won't have to. We owe you a huge debt. I keep a refrigerator magnet with the 172nd Styker Brigade emblem on the dash of my van so I remember to pray for the young friends that I have over there in Bahgdad. I will include your name.

DanHolohan

Thanks for the smile.

And for the memory.