My Boy

Once upon a time, I met this great guy. Sometimes he drives me crazy, he makes me mad, or he gets me frustrated, but then he does something that reminds me of why I think he's Rossome. It makes me proud all over again that he's mine.
Yesterday, he got the idea to go out to the shooting range. He invited a boy to go with him, who got a new gun for Christmas but hadn't shot it yet. It was freezing cold outside, but both of them were thrilled to be going. I'm not sure who looked forward to it more. I know they had a great time out there because Ross told me all about it when he got home, and he doesn't very often give me details of his day.
It's watching him do stuff like that, that makes me love him more and more. Lucky for him because I could tell you about a few other habits that have the reverse effect. ;)