The best day of my life was the day I became a dad. There’s nothing in this life that would compare to that experience. My son is 6. He was born when I was 18 so that makes me one of the younger dads, at least younger than most in my small town.
The town we live in is one of those tight knit, everyone knows you type of town. One school, one grocery store, couple churches and only a few restaurants. I grew up here, opened my own business, and built it from the ground up. My business has done great for me from day 1 practically. I own a lawn company, everything from mowing to trimming bushes or trees. I’d say I have taken care of almost every yard or helped at some point.
Every morning I would wake up, get my son ready for the day, load him in the truck and head down to the school. I take pride in making sure he is always clean cut, along with myself. Always make sure to get out to say goodbye not just drop him off and go. I take pride in knowing I’m doing my best to be a great dad but I also always loved the attention from the moms there that are dropping their own children off.