It's your time.
It seems like just yesterday when you looked up at me with those one year old eyes that seemed to beam, "Trust your dream".
Tonight is your night.
Fast forward eight years, and it again seems like just yesterday when you were fighting for life's vitality, a victim of life's unfortunate circumstances over which you had no control. It was a day I'll never forget as we rushed a frail 55 pound young girl to Children's Hospital to face the beginning of a lifelong road of shots, tubes, and meters.
As parents, we're supposed to teach our children, be stronger than them, and help point their way during our brief period of stewardship.
Yet you've reversed the order on all three counts.
I wince when I get a splinter. You've been stuck with needles over 20,000 times and have never complained.
Valedictorian. Top Gun. Top Dog. Numero Uno. An astounding four-year 4.24 GPA due to the weighting of AP courses & wire-to-wire #1 ranking for SEVEN straight years.
Life often isn't fair.
But tonight, it is.
And while I've said this before, I'll say it again ... you'd make one helluva trader.