Title: Stepson-Dexter
Tags: Family
Blog Entry: When we first moved here, I remember Dex following me around telling me some of the most hilarious stories. Once he was an Indian who had about fourteen children. Of course he was quite young, when we moved here. Oh, I guess about six years old. I doubt if he remembers how he followed me, talking to me telling me a lot that was going on in his life. I'm just sorry that I couldn't give him the right answers. Every time his Dad left the room, Dex would come sit in my lap and kiss me and kiss me. We used to go get movies at the library and it seemed like the ones we always got had to do with Mom's passing away and children being raised by stepmothers. Dex would start to cry at the thought of losing his mom. I explained to him that they were only movies. One was Sarah Plain and Tall, and the other one was StepMom . Once when we were building the deck, he was sitting there on the first stoop we had added, just kissing me on the cheek. Winfred (his Dad) came around the corner and asked him if he was kissing his wife. Dex just looked at him and said, "Yeah, what cha' gonna do about it?" Those were some great memories. I just hope he remembers a few of them. We grill out a lot in the summer. Dex would sit on the glider and as he got tired, he would lay his head over in his Dad's lap and fall asleep. Once while walking through the woods, down by the gully, Dex was so tired, but wanted to be in the front. As he walked he could barely pick up his feet and would stumble over the vines, needless to say he just kept on trucking and wouldn't give up. I bet he is still the same today, just hangs in there and never gives up on what he truly wants. Dex, I know you are doing good from what I can see on your page, when you get a chance to update and by checking Jordan's pages. It would be great to hear from you for time to time, but I guess you are too busy for the family left behind. You should be here now, watching your red neck Dad trying to get the old F100 from under the shed. We had a lot of rain lately and this old part of the land is nothing but slimy mud when it rains. He slides every which way, but it looks as though he got it out. Hope you get back to Alabama one day and get to visit with us. Love you and miss the Dex that I knew as a little boy.
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