Seven years ago, our Grandson was born three weeks early. His parents still had a list of favorite names, but hadn't decided on what his name was going to be. About an hour after he was born, I was holding him and I asked him what he wanted to be called. He had just been through all the after birth ordeals of being weighted, blood taken, cleaned up, etc. He was sound asleep with his eyes tightly closed. I asked him if he wanted to be called this, or did he want to be called that, as I went through the list of names. When I asked him if he wanted to be called Tanner, his eyes flew open and began looking around. It was decided, he was Tanner; a name that fits him well.
Just a lonesome cowpoke riding the range.
Let's give him a big Texas "Hee Haw" as he rides the saddle.
He celebrated his birthday with a pool birthday for his whole class. Trying to get pictures was like trying to catch lightening in a bottle. All the kids were so excited to swim after this long, long winter. You can see the snow outside the motel windows behind him.
He's not heavy. He's my brother. If you look closely, you can see he has lost his first tooth on top. It is a cliché, but where does time go?? It seems like just yesterday I was holding him and asking him what he wanted his name to be. As for his brother, when did he go from our little toddler to being a young man?
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