Thanking my son Charlie on his 26th birthday for never saying, "Please stop writing about me."

The first time I wrote about Charlie for public consumption, he was a newborn. Needless to say, he had no objection. 

Twenty-six years and probably millions of words later, he has yet to ask me to stop. For that, and for oh so much through the years, I thank him. 

Here's a sampling of what I've shared about him through the decades; in other words, what he's amicably gone along with. They start when he's in high school, about the time I started this blog. I wrote others in The Dallas Morning News, which, sadly, I think are lost for the ages. 

So I'll focus on what I have, and hope you enjoy them as much as I savored writing every word.

My apologies for getting a little carried away!

On being a gentleman 

On getting his head shaved (for the first time)

On fostering our first greyhound

On making a running pact

On being part of a team

On belonging

On muddying up with a friend

On relying on relay partners

On graduating from college

On missing on a mountain

On having a seizure

On not having another (whew!)

On being a friend and a brother