He's 18 and I feel REALLY old!

Today Marquis turns eighteen and I must admit I have never met a cooler kid in my life. Our last seven years with him have been quite enjoyable as parents; he has really turned out to be quite the young man. Michael and I are very appreciative to have him in our lives. I remember the day he came home from the hospital, he was a scrawny overdue little thing with peeling skin. I secretly thought to my self, "I hope he gets better looking". Needless to say he did, to our chagrin of course. I guess the turning point for me was when Marquis and I were donating blood and Marquis was being hit own by this lady who had to be at least forty. I kept thinking "ma'am he is seventeen and your eighty please leave him alone". Oh well not much I can do now.

I am proud that he has turned out to be a very caring, (a side most people don't get to see), intelligent, and hysterically funny young man, who finally finished his Eagle Scout. Although we are never sure what the future holds for ourselves let alone our children, I pray he will continue to grow and be the young man he was meant to be.

I often think about how my big sister would feel knowing that her firstborn is now legally an adult and I can't help but think she probably would feel old too, but I also think she would be very happy at the young man she created. I know she is somewhere laughing and crying all at the same time.

Marquis I love you more than words can ever express!