Maybe it’s the fact that Grant has been at his MeMe’s (Trina’s mom)house for the past couple of days, or maybe it’s that I’m listening to Coldplay (which makes you feel sappy), but I was just thinking about my son Grant. If anyone knows me very well, they know that Grant is the pride of my life. He is, with the help of his mother, my greatest accomplishment.
Anyone who is close to me knows (and my wife reminds me on a regular basis) that I am not a cryer or a very emotional person, but if there is one thing that gives me a lump in my throat and that weird feeling in my stomach it is my son Grant. He has such a sweet demeanor about him. He laughs a lot and he’s just a generally happy kid. He’s so smart too.
I fear for him and pray for him daily that God will protect him and grow him up to be a strong and God fearing man. Trina and I are reminded all the time what a dangerous and scary world this is to raise a child in. The only thing we know to do is pray that God protects him and allows us to be the best parents we can be for him.
Every night before bed I ask him, “Grant, who’s your best buddy,” and he says,”Daddy is best buddy.”
That’s all I need to hear.