Jeran was 14-years-old the day before yesterday, the day after we got home from our trip to California and Nevada. He’s grown almost like a weed, still is, and he’s done it all by absolutely refusing to eat anything green. I don’t know if there’s a name for that kind of diet, but there should be since there are names for pretty much everything. Perhaps Antivegan would work. Or, “The GING Diet.” Yes, I like that one. That’s Green Is Not Good (unless it’s lime sherbet). He’s a meat and potatoes kind of guy, after my own heart. But, I like mine with asparagus.

From this …
… to this …

… in only  441,504,000 seconds. A mere blink of the eye, so to speak.

He’s a great kid who will one day be a great man.

Next year he will join his older siblings at St. Helens High School, from whence his Mother and Father both graduated.

A long time ago.

We’re proud of Jeran.