Happy Birthday Matt

Matt, we met on May 16, 1992. I loved you at first sight. I thought Holly, your sister, would never give me a turn to hold you. But she did.

You didn't wait around being a baby too long. You were an easy child to keep. You knew how to play all alone... and sometimes you were "Mattman".

And boy did you love the water. You were a great swimmer, even though, Grandma made you wear those orange "swimmies" longer than you needed them.

I'm sure you were ready to drive Grandad's tractor, but "nervous nelly" grandma just let you take your picture on it. You were my youngest grandson and I wanted to protect you too much.

You gave baseball a shot one summer. I enjoyed going to your games.

Of all my grandsons, you loved to climb the best. Remember how Granddad and I use to tease you about looking up to the rooftop of your school when we rode by, expecting you to be up there. (which you never were!)

You did play soccer in school. Even though I didn't understand the game, I sure loved to see you play.

And then in high school, you loved to go on the skiing trips. One trip you broke your arm and kept right on skiing. Then last time you broke your collar bone and kept on skiing. The xray sure looks like that would really hurt and I know it did. Yet you stayed and skied and never saw a doctor until you got home. You are one tough boy!

And after this school year finishes up, you will need to go just one more year to high school. Over the years, I've enjoyed watching you grow. I like going to your basketball games, and your concerts, school plays, etc...I love that you came to give me a ride on your new truck when you got your license.

And when you go back to school next fall, you will be a senior. My last little grandson will soon be completely grown. You are a fine young man and we are so proud of you. May God Bless You Always!!