This is not a picture of me though some of you may think so. I just found it funny and thought that it reminded 0f me of being a father. lol Actually, I have found that most of my memories involve my kids in one way or another. It is ironic how we try to figure out how to be parents then about the time that we feel we are making progress the kids are out of the home. Wait! Maybe that is why we feel like we are making progress. Ha Ha
Now this is a picture of me! I am the little one in the center. On my left is Scott my brother who is 2 years older than me and on the right is my brother Greg who is 4 years older than me. You can see why Rhonda married me. I was such a cute but onery little kid. I think I was four or five at the time of this picture. ( A long time ago) When we would visit my Grandpa Schwendiman as I would walk into their house he would always spank me. I asked why? He said that if I hadn't already done something to deserve it then he was sure I would.
Now here is the real reason that I am a proud father! These kids make it easy to be a good father. I am so proud of them! The world is definitely a better place because they are here. I love being around them and will attribute my future dementia to them. lol Any father should be so lucky to have such wonderful kids!
Of course, I take no credit for the kids being so wonderful. How could they fail with such a wonderful wife and companion. Isn't she beautiful? It is such a pleasure to go through this life with a true soul mate! Thank you dear for raising such great kids. (I add that she has done this all the while trying to live [deal] with me.)
