I have to pinch myself. It is kinda surreal knowing that our eldest son is now 19 years old. I don't even feel like I've been mom for that long! Haha. Mother in denial? When I look back, I only remember the happy times, really. Oh wait... the multiple night feedings, the colic bouts, 40-degree fevers, the teething, the sudden call by the school nurse saying they had to shower him in school because a caterpillar ("higad"/"til-as") fell on him and he was itching all over. Yeah... God blessed us with good kids (I cannot thank heavens enough!) and Matt, the eldest, is evidently growing up to be the man he is destined to become... I am particularly proud that he has grown to be very sweet, intelligent, independent, generous, dependable, and funny. That last one is something I'm most amused about. Matt is certainly someone who appreciates the lighter side of life. I love that with his brand of humor, he can easily make me laugh... even if I'