I was 18 the year Dante was born and it completely changed my world. Nicole brought him home to Mom and Dad’s house and set him down in the middle of the sectional couch in our basement for a nap. When I came home from high school I walked downstairs to meet my new nephew and I saw this little baby: the first son, the first grandson, the first nephew of our family, so tiny in the middle of that massive couch. I was overcome. I never knew I could love another human as much as I did baby Dante. He was as much a little brother as he was our nephew.
Fast forward to today, April 28, 2016, the day he turns 18. He is officially an adult.
Dante, I’m freaked out and delighted that you’re an adult now (at least by law…) You are part teenager and part old man (see the photo of you and Poppy.) I’m excited to see where you might go, what you might do, and what kind of facial hair you might choose in the next decades to come.
We love you. I love you. Let’s party on this double year, you 18, me 36!