my boys and I

They hit 6 ft by sixth grade and were already shaving and I had to look up to them pointing my finger to say, go to your room. They God the respected me and listened. They got their tattoos when their father was killed in a hit and run and they never caught the driver. They used to be against them saying God said not to destroy their bodies temple and now they all have tshirts that say God loves me and my tattoos. Nuts! My youngest not pictured is a great athlete and had George Teague from the Cowboys as his coach at Christian school and decided he wanted to pay basketball. He probably would have went pro at anything he wanted but he became rich and decided he didn't have to do any of that. What a shame. My oldest on my left was all around athlete and had an NFL time in track and played varsity his first year in high school and then in his junior year the only way they could stop him was to go for his knees because he was too big and too fast. Well they destroyed his mcl and acl and he had to have complete reconstruction and although he trained hard, he never returned to normal and as a result lost the scholarships he would have had. He then got diagnosed with heriditary hypertension on his dads side and snuck into the army to be a ranger jumping out of planes and almost stroked and it took an act of congress to get him out. Really, I called the senate, congress, American red cross, the pentagon, and finally the commander and got him out. He was increasing the troops scores so the seargant did not want him to leave. An then the little shit takes a bus home instead of the plane I was arranging. Talk about being frantic. The one to my right is my sweetheart. Well they all are my sweethearts!