He is fifteen. If you were ever fifteen you know what I mean. Most of the time he tolerates me. I'm harder on him. I have less patience than I should. I expect too much. I'm Dad.
At 6'3", he is bigger than me. Smarter too as his grades and curriculum can attest. But I feel the clock ticking. I only have two years to fix all the things that are wrong with him before he goes to college.
Our days are regimented by work, school, football practice, boy scouts, homework, and chores. But then sometimes we catch a break. Like last weekend.
It was a three day hunt that we drew in the state lottery system. Archery. I scouted while he served his roles as student, boy scout, offensive tackle. I gave him the best spot. He shot under a pig. We laughed.
As I snapped this picture he headed out to his stand for the last evening's hunt. He's only got two years to fix all the things that are wrong with me.