Bubba, throughout the years from your first breath till the last day I looked upon your beautiful face and felt the love of your magnificent soul, I have seen the face of God and felt his presence in your light. I have so many beautiful memories of you throughout the 29 short years that were so great because they were with you. I was walking with Axel, who still looks for you whenever someone says your name, no longer a puppy, but a 130 lb boisterous teenager, if you will. I thought of the Boobie trap you made to keep "EB" safe, our Easter Bunny that Ian brought home from Albertson's one year when you were 6 and Ian was 5. Crude as it was, it worked. I remember your bold courage at stomping the mormon crickets that I was so afraid of. You told Ian and I "you guys spot em and I'll stomp them, which went well until they surrounded you by the hundreds, then you yelled "each man for themselves - run!" That was the same summer... Every day with you kids was guaranteed to hold never a dull moment. I read my birthday card you gave me last year, bless your heart. It read "Mom there were days that running away from home seemed like a good idea, but you never did. Then you wrote Mom, Thank you for always being there for us kids no matter what. Thank you for teaching us right from wrong, thank you for being patient, understanding, caring supportive and loving us. I couldn't have been me if you hadn't been you, I couldn't have done it without your love. Thank you son, for being you.