Dear Chase,
Well, here we go again. Just a couple of years ago, your mother and I sorted through countless emotions and memories as we watched you graduate from high school. There were days when I would hear a song on the radio, think about you, and then cry in my car. I’m a softie, but you already know that. Now two years later, your mom is bursting into tears on a daily basis. We both can’t believe that you’re about to move out of our home for the first time.
In 2004, you made us a family. Our first child. My boy. We did everything fathers and sons are supposed to do. Play games, go fishing, video game marathons way too late at night. But you’re about to trade in those Xbox controllers for an apartment key. It doesn’t seem real, because I can remember taking that next step myself!…