Well, he is all of 6 weeks old now. So sweet, that baby smell. His mom, my daughter, is such a great mom. She is so attentive to him, and she worries about him. He doesn't eat, he eats too much, he doesn't sleep, he sleeps too much. But she is so great--she sends me a new picture every day. She takes him to work with her, she cuddles him up and checks in golfers at the same time. ER doesn't seem much like a baby name, though. She and Richard named him for my dad, her grandad, his great-grandpa, a man who is very special to all of us.
Big ER will turn 80 this Christmas day, and he still works cattle, mows his own lawn, gets on the roof to put up his Christmas lights. We all treasure the time we have with him, he has always been the rock of our family. If anyone has a problem, they can call him and he will listen and be supportive no matter what.
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