My son, Matthew Andrew, turns 19 today. As a baby, he was happy. Somewhere in his teens he turned moody. When he was little he always could put a smile on my face and make me laugh when I was in a bad mood. He still does today and is not afraid to give me a hug in public. Heck, he even holds my hand in public.
Here is a picture of me holding him as a baby.
Here he is at 3. He learned to ride a bike at 3. No little bike either and no training wheels. He would climb up on the car bumper and hike himself on the bike and peddle away.
I think he was 10 in this pic. The dog was Rocky. Matt still misses him today. He was the best dog we had.
Here he is clowning around with his brother, Michael.