12 years, 11 months.

Dear Jack,

This past Saturday afternoon, I drove you to the park where I take my daily walks. You have been curious whether the creek there might be a good fishing spot, as you bought a fishing pole with your own money on Saturday morning.

Even though Mommy and I clearly told you that we got you a fishing pole for your 13th birthday coming up in less than a month now…

Your fishing trip was a success. You caught 16 chubs in the 90 minutes we were there.

This was so exciting for you, that you realized that you could just ride your bike there after school each day; carrying your fishing pole and tackle box in your backpack.

Like clockwork, you are home by dinnertime.

And you immediately walk through the door, giving us what has now become a predictable a report:

You are averaging one fish every ten minutes!

Love,

Daddy