I took apart one of his old baseballs that he initialed with black Sharpie...

This little glassine bag holds his "baseball card" that he autographed for my husband when he was 8 years old.
This is my favorite picture of him...I think because he looks the most like me at that particular moment in time.


Yes...bowling is a high school sport in Minnesota, strange but true...they even had team bowling shirts!
I was okay while making the book until I came to last photo in my pile...his cross country picture (on the left.) It was taken only a month ago so I found myself really studying the man he's grown into, then I found myself fighting back the tears. Look at that little 5 year old knobby-knee'd boy in the very first photograph and now look at this (handsome) grown man... I remember the day that first photograph with his T-Ball team was taken and I swear it was just yesterday, but it must not have been...damn, why do kids have to grow up? Matty, I love you more than you could ever know and I'm praying that you choose a college that's not too far away!
