There may not be a picture that better captures the essence of Austin, my nephew. The helmet is superhero tough guy gear. But notice, he's also holding a rolling pin. The relevance? Well, Austin is the spitting image of my father. My dad beams every time Austin enters the room. They share killer baby blues, and long, curly eyelashes. My father would love nothing more than for Austin to share his passion for hunting. Were it not for loud protests from my mother and I, he would have given Austin a gun for his 4th birthday. Unfortunately, I'm not kidding.
Much to my father's dismay, Austin has an amazingly tender heart. Instead of a desire to harm animals, he is routinely fascinated by their beauty. I hope societal pressure doesn't convince Austin to drop his rolling pen in exchange for more "manly" pursuits, unless of course, that is what he truly desires.
