To my son, Bret, who breaks my heart daily with the sheer, unavoidable fact that he’s growing up, becoming a man, and making me realize what an incredible job he’s done in maturing. I can’t take the credit for the wonderful young man he’s becoming; that success is his alone to claim. And it’s one he’s improving upon daily.
And to Roo Roo. Yeah, you know who you are. I couldn’t have been who I am, do what I do, or live as I live without those first years that you befriended me.
There are no words to describe . . . There are no ways to express . . . You saved me with the gift you gave me in faith, in belief, and in love.
To both of you, you bless me daily.