Fourteen, Fifteen

This is a message to the 25 year old Cob. When you were 14 you were so many things. A son, a brother, a bestfriend. You made the honor roll your first term as a Freshman, you decided to be on a snowboarding team and you took your mom for one hell of a four-wheeler ride( the first of many times she let you drive!!). You started to wear contacts, and EARINGS, and your hair changed as much as your girlfriends( just friends). Hopefully 15 will be another great year in your great life. The world is great with you in it buddy, love you.