Duke Turns 17

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Ok, I know I've been lax in blogging, to be honest I'd thought to give it up; really the last thing I feel like doing at the end of a long day of grading, reading and lesson planning is to start writing. What's more, I have to believe that after such a long hiatus the only person left on the planet that checks this blog with some regularity is my mother. That being said I've decided to try and give this blog-writing thing one last shot; if nothing else than for a repository of my own personal memories and photos.

What better way to start then, than with Duke and his birthday. It wasn't much of one actually, he came to church with Jojo and I this morning, left for the afternoon to play soccer and then came back to the house to watch me lesson plan. We had previously made plans to go to the beach and eat seafood with his family but his mother had to work today so he asked that we wait until this Saturday when she'll have a free day to join us. I love this kid more and more every day...that's really all I can say. I'm just so proud of him.

 Duke on his 17th Birthday
 
 He happened to mention that he was quickly approaching my height and I asked him if he remembered when he thought reaching my shoulder was a big deal.
 
 It's fun to pick on Duke
 
 Jojo thinks so too
 
H.B. Duke
We love you.

Comments

Carrie said…
Thanks for FINALLY posting :) Hope to be able to read more about recent life in Honduras. Blessings Matt.
October 17, 2013 at 2:59 AM
Unknown said…
I still read your blog because you represent the leadership and heart of what America was founded on and you overcome obstacles that get in your way. I am thankful that there are young citizens as yourself who represent our best.
October 27, 2013 at 8:40 PM
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