For as long as I remember, I’ve been so excited to have my first son. My plan has always been to teach him baseball, guitar, prepare him for a mission and name him George.
It’s tradition in my family to have the oldest son with the middle name George. Kay George, Dale George, Brian George and now Cole George.
Last night we had both Grandpa Georges up for dinner. My dad suggested we take a photo. We probably could have found better lighting and background in the studio but we were just glad to have Grandpa Kay to play along.
So here is the photo. I look chubby, Dad looks happy, Grandpa looks proud and Cole just looks surprised by it all.