I can remember when Austin was about 3 years old and his grandpa, my dad, would say in his strong Jersey accent,
"Remember this kid, Austin Busse, he's gonna be famous one day."
He said that because Austin's love of baseball and great skill set to play amazed him. He was truly proud of him.
You have to understand that my dad was a taxi driver in New Jersey and he had the gift of gab. He loved to tell stories and hear his own voice I think. He would tell anyone willing to listen story upon story, one of which was that of his grandson who would one day be famous.
Fast forward about 12 years and here Austin is. He's about 5 or 6 inches taller than me, still plays a mean game of baseball, he's going to be a sophomore, he loves going to church with us, fishing is one of his most favorite hobbies, and this week I took him to driver training every morning.
He'll have a license before we know it!
I can still picture his curly locks and his dimpled chin as he would gaze up at me and ask me to read a book to him. I can remember him asking me to draw his favorite drawing... a fish. He'd say, "You do da fish!" Everyone that was willing would draw that same fish for him and it made him really happy.
My boy is growing up. He's a young man and I sure am proud of him.
His grandpa would have been, too.