Proud Father

I remember my Dad telling me he was proud of me when I was in middle school for taking good care of my contact lenses. I remember my Grandpa Kitchin introducing me to all of his friends in town with a look of pride. I remember my Grandpa Carl telling me he was proud of me for untangling a fishing line. I remember thinking that my Dad and Grandfathers were proud of me for things that weren't that big of a deal. I am proud of Eli because he is my son and because he exists. I love him simply because he is. I am thankful I have a father and had grandfathers who loved me for simply being me.