I love my family first, last and always.
My wife Amy is my best friend, my shoulder, my rock. She is all that is good in life and balances me with her strong Texas upbringing. My son Ryan is my bud, my playmate, my mini-me, and my first. Tyler is my baby, my passion, my hope, and my last…maybe.
My parents, all of them, are the foundation and my support. Thank you so much for all the sacrifices; I’m sorry for all the foll-hardy and stupid things I put you through (and probably still do). Until I had my boys I never fully understood them, now I think I might just have a clue.