Wednesday, January 18, 2006
So, I am majorly blessed (is majorly a word?) by my dad, Robert Raitz (we actually named bobby after him). He is, and has been one of my best friends for as long as I can remember. One of the things that I love about my dad is his incredible patience. I love watching him play with my kids, boy I wish I had his patience. He will sit forever and assemble stuff, throw a ball, and just sit with them. He did this with my brother and I growing up too. I can remember going to a park and he would throw curve ball after curve ball till I finally hit the ball.
This is a great picture of my dad with Zachary. As soon as Zach or Bobby sees their papa, their face lights up and they run to him.