My Ryan

Ryan has no limits. This is the boy that jumped off our bed in attempt to fly, landed on his face and 'killed' a tooth. Every day the tooth gets darker.
This is the child that has two knees somewhere beneath all the scratches. His first tackle was when he was eight months old to take down his 2 year old brother.
If Tim or I lay down, he is the child that will be on backs in a hot second. He picks up his baby sister and gets in muscle contests with his brother. He headbutted Grandaddy Charlie. He fights his daddy like a champion. He pulls my hair back behind my ear and whispers, "superman shoots with his eyes. This is Ryan.