My beloved Joshua Richard Lee. I could write pages and pages and pages of my thoughst on you, my son.
I can still remember the minute you were born. I took a look at you and said, wrong baby, not mine!! You had this really funky shaped head, kind of like a conehead (Saturday Night Live). You were so long and lean. You never really were a "chubby" baby. Just always long and lean.
You always strived to be different and in my heart you thought you could never achieve that. You never thought you were good enough. But my darling, you were the best.
When you were little you were always so quiet. But that didn't mean you weren't busy. You and your brother Thomas were always up to something. I will never forget the time that Thomas smeared lyou with vaseline and put cotton balls on your face and said, "Santa Claus." It was so funny, I just couldn't be mad.
As you started to grow up you had a profound interest in how things worked. If something was broken you would take it apart and try to fix it. Actually most of the time you succeeded. You were so curious and questioning.
When you and your brother played soccer it was then that we noticed how truly athletic you were. You could run like the wind. (Sometimes in t he wrong direction) but you were amazing at soccer. Then came Little League. You always wanted to play centerfield from the time you started playing and you developed an arm that was beyond belief.