What can I say about James? I know, from my rudimentary knowledge of DNA and how it works, that he contains my genetics as well as my wife's (and by extension, my parents' and my wife's parents', and so on) and that he has been shaped by his environment as well. Still, there are times with him when he is just so...good...that I can't believe I produced him. I know I am not as good a person as he is. How I could have made such a saintly person is beyond me.
Fathers regularly talk about their sons' athletic ability, or intelligence, or sometimes even their rapport with the opposite sex. James plays baseball pretty well, and works hard in school, and has blue eyes that will undoubtedly melt some future girl's heart, but he has a heart and conscience like no one I have ever met.
James has an uncanny ability to empathize, even with fictional characters. He has a drive to make things right that are wrong, and has already acted on that drive in ways that bring tears to my eyes. He seems to know instinctively what the ethically correct thing to do is in any situation. I don't know how he does it, but he just knows.
He's kind and just, but is not without his own desires and wants. He is able to balance those desires against his sense of ethics in a way that somehow satisfies both.
I realize this sounds like a letter of rec for him. Allow me to become more personal.
James doesn't realize it, but I watch him in amazement a lot. I tell him two things constantly: "You're a good man, Charlie Brown" and "You're a different kind of cat." I also tell him, and will do so again here, that I wouldn't trade him for anything.
I am proud to have you as my son, James, and I hope I can be as good a father to you as you are son to me.
I love you, James.