18 years ago, my youngest son, Anthony entered this wonderful world with a cry that woke all the other babies in the nursery at Bethesda Memorial Hospital.
He hasn't stopped talking since.
Today he graduates from high school, achieving another of life's momentous ocassions. It's hard for me to believe that 18 years have passed, but as I reflect back on his life, the flood of memories amazes me.
For a moment... he is still the little, shy boy reluctantly letting go of my hand in his kindergarten class. He is the sweet innocent six year old boy wanting to sleep with a flashlight to keep the monsters under his bed at bay.
He is the defiant seven year old, hell bent on beating up his 13 year old brother over a Jedi sword. He is the sweaty 8 year old in full Army uniform, filming a war movie in the backyard.
He is the pain-in-the-neck 10 year old younger brother, that copies everything Mick does, but also enjoys the quietness of being in his shadow.
He is the compassionate 12 year old that is overwhelmed with grief when we had to put his ailing dog to sleep. He is the 13 year old that is obsessed with radio control cars, and Britney Spears. He is the 16 year old that fell in love for the first time with the sweetest girl.
He is the 17 year old leaving alone in a car for the first time having just passed his driver's license test.
He is the young man that has a love and kindness for his grandmother that makes my heart smile.
Congratulations, Tony - may the next sail on your journey be filled with happiness, good times, good grades, and more than you can dream!
~ Dr. Seuss