This is my son, the senior. He is my second child and such a unique young man. He has been the easiest child to raise, not having a temper, not an argumentative person, and an all around obedient guy. Just easy.

He is very quiet and has been his whole life. He is a thinker and an artist with a very unique style. One of his art pieces was chosen to go on to state this year. Way cool.

He is a 6’7″ basketball dropout, who was tired of the game being a job and not the enjoyable sport that he loved. So he dropped out and taught himself to play a drumset and devoted himself to his art.

While not the most industrius at home and the keeping of his space, he is a hard worker . He keeps a job delivering pizzas and works for a neighbor as a handy/yard man.

My son is hoping to leave home this summer, move in with a friend 6 hours away, and attend a small college to get his basics out of the way before persuing his art in a big way. While I am okay with this, I will miss this gentle giant of a son.

He got a tatoo this year. (He is 18, and I am sorry if some of those reading don’t like them.) But what I appreciated about him was that he designed the tat and it has meaning for him. He designed a tree stump with hands coming down out of the roots. He wants his life’s work to be about the work of his hands in his art, in the gift that God gave him, and not just be about making money. I love that.

I pray that God will bless my son with more of Himself and lead him to the work that He has planned out for him. (And lead him to a lovely godly young woman!)