Dear Dad,

Ya know how you taught me that I should be a leader, not a follower? And not to care what other people think and just do what I thought was right? And just be myself, regardless of what other people said?

Meet your grandson. We call him Cowboy.

The child who spends 30 minutes going over 3 racks of brown, gray, green, camo, stripes, John Deere, and even blaze orange hats…to pick out the day-glow, tennis-ball-yellow one that sized for an elephant’s head.

And won’t be swayed by his Momma’s gentle suggestions.

And wears it with pride to do his chores.

With a flashlight tucked up underneath by his ear.

You know, in case the glow from his head doesn’t shed enough light on the situation.

He is his own man, in every sense of the words. Even at 5–going on 6 in two weeks!.

You’d be so proud.

CHRISTMAS ALERT! {Would you like one? It’s called LIME and you can find over here at the Carhartt store. The Ladybug picked the same one in GRAPE, I have it in white, and Mr. Fix-It has it in navy. They’re only $8.00 and make great stocking-stuffers! Speedracer, of course, went for something completely different, with a camo fleece hat. Clearly he doesn’t worry about his hair!}