It's funny how certain milestones make you reflect fondly on the past. My son, Bobby, turned 18 years of age this week and I felt a certain sadness that I had crossed a stage of life and will never experience it again in the same way.

I have three great boys, now men, and what pleasure it was to see them all grow up. They are all so talented and fine men. I love them dearly.

Pardon this reflection. I apologize to the boys for the posting of their pictures on my blog, but I wanted to take one more look at the joy I experienced.