The best part about it all is that Hays is fifteen and he still likes me, we still laugh together, we fight but he apologizes very quickly (quicker than I'm ready to officially forgive, I'm afraid). He is a gentleman and he is thoughtful. He is the first (or second) to notice when something is wrong with me and he follows through with truly wanting to know.
He is taller than me--by a lot--for those of you who don't know. His foot is bigger than Andy's. His braces are off. He wants to be a US Air Force pilot. He is just finishing up his first year on the DHS JV golf team and is looking for a job. He has some good friends and no girlfriend (yet--thank goodness).
I'm thankful for Hays. He is one of my best friends and I appreciate all he is to me. He loves well! Happy Birthday, Buddy!
|Keep dreaming, Hay!|