Letter from march 26, 2004

Dear Robbie, Hello little guy. I guess you're not so little anymore. You're a big guy now, 18! Wow. Well, I'm sitting here at Rebis, typing you a letter into a website that lets me send a future dated email. (futureme.org) I think it's for sending yourself an email, but I'd rather write you one instead. :-) Next week we're heading to Palm Springs for our second annual Golf & Waterslide trip. Grandpa Pete bought a timeshare condo when I was about 10 or 12 there, and then he gave it to me. So now we're off, just like last spring break to play some golf and have fun. You've been riding your new red bike around for two weeks now. Remember the first thing you said? "I had it in me all along!" You were so excited. You just jumped right on that bike and rode. That was the coolest thing I ever seen. Well, you should be in your final year of High School now, and getting ready for college. So are you still going to be a famous Chef? The offer still stands, I'll come be your host when we open that Restaurant. :-) Seriously though, whatever you decide to do I'll back you as well I can, just be sure you're doing something that makes you happy. All your fast food & pizza delivery jobs should be done in a few more years, and you'll be out doing something more important. So are you still biking, skating, rollerblading, and swimming? Nowadays you and I are biking and swimming a lot. I'm trying (as always) to jog in the morning and then we swim before school. You're such a big guy, muscles & attitude. Try and remind me of all the journals I kept (two so far) of things I wrote for you. They are just a diary of you, from what I see & such. Anyway, if you're lucky I'll let you read them. Love, Dad P.S. Hope you haven't been doing too many push ups lately!