It was something special watching my oldest son start to play tennis competitively this year. I want to say he is about the age that my Dad showed me my strokes. Tennis is different from the other sports where parents/coaches are all "giving instruction" to their child while they play. In tennis, you introduce your son to his opponent, give him a can of unopened balls, and wait silently for the results. Who knew I would be so wound up on the side of the court? Well, maybe some of you. Jake was such a good sport, saying "good shot" to the guys that smoked him and winning graciously to the ones he handled with ease. Jake and I go out regularly to "hit some" after the others have turned in for the night. It has created a special bond between us that can only be understood by people who know what it means to hit the yellow fuzzy. Jake, you are such a joy to be around and I want you to know that I am so proud of the young man you have become and the man God will have you to be someday soon.
I love you son,
Dad
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