I was hard at work one afternoon, almost two years ago, when I received a phone call letting me know my father had suffered a heart attack. Thankfully he made it through because he was able to see the birth of my son who was named after him. On Christmas Eve of this year, at Grandpa and Grandma's house, the night was coming to an end. Grandpa left the room and returned with my sons new favorite toy. As you can see by the picture, Jacob loves getting rides in his new wagon. I will always remind him that his grandpa gave this to him and how much joy it brought to the both of them.