I have been waiting for this moment since the day you hopped on the bus heading to St. Anthony's School for your inaugural day of kindergarten. I remember helping you get on the bus and thinking, "Someday I will remember this as you graduate from high school."
Well, it's here. You officially graduate Sunday afternoon.
How swiftly the time has passed and I don't regret one moment of the time that I have and will share with you.
You are, as I have told you endlessly, the light of my world.
You really are.
I know I drive you crazy when I pop my head into your room to say goodnight or give you a kiss on the top of your head (because you are so engrossed in those darn video games), but I try to tell you how important you are to me every single day.
I hope you realize just how unique and special you are and that following your own path is a gift to be treasured. Always think of others, but don't let them lead you astray. Chase those dreams no matter what comes around and may make your path crooked.
I want you to go out into this world and experience all that you can!
I am so excited to see you venture off and meet new people and learn about this massive world in your own eyes.
As of now, I haven't shed a tear thinking of you leaving my home and becoming a college student. I have always looked forward to each and every milestone you reach. I cherish learning about new and different things with you except math, of course.
I want you to keep looking forward. Look onward for things that can make you an even better person than you are today and improve the lives of those surrounding you.
You are one of the wittiest kids I have ever met. Even yesterday morning, while you and I milked cows together we shared so many laughs. I think that is one of the things I am going to miss the most the times it was just you and me.
I will forever remember our times together in the milking parlor. That is something that not very many mothers and sons get to experience just the two of them laughing and having a great time and even mocking each other. I still think Chubby is a sexy cow!
You have got to be one of the most responsible 18-year-old kids I know. I don't have to worry about you getting up for work in the morning. I don't have to worry about you staying out late especially if you have to do chores the following day. You always had your homework done on time.
Remember the day you and I installed the stereo in your car? We spent the entire day working in the garage. We almost dismantled the entire car trying to install the souped-up stereo.
Although Russell probably won't agree with me at this time, you are a great big brother. Whenever Russell has a question about homework, his cell phone or how to put previous said stereo into his car, you patiently helped him figure it out. I know you two give each other a hard time; especially when it comes to having a rough day out on the golf course or on the ball field. Just remember, he is your brother, and deep down inside you love one another.
Remember how you hated it when you two would fight and I would make you hug each other?
I am always amazed at your patience and skill with our animals here on the farm.
Every morning you give certain cows hugs. I tried to tame Abe for months. It took you all of a few days to get her to allow you to put your arm around her neck.
I wish I had the patience and skill to do that.
When I hear Bob, the Wonder Dog's, tail hitting the floor the minute she hears your car turn into the driveway, I cannot help but wonder what she is going to do while you are away for so long. She may cry before I do.
What about the cat? You are the only one that she allows to hold her like a baby and then hold her in a way so that you can pretend she is a pump-action shotgun. Who wouldn't laugh when they see you try to shoot me with bullets from Goog's nether regions?
You are one of a kind Joey and I love you that way. Your smile is infectious. Your wit is hysterical. Your wardrobe needs work, but you have to figure that out on your own.
You don't seem bothered by the latest fad or recent gossip.
You follow your path and you stick to it.
You are my one-in-a-million son and I couldn't ask for anything more.
Thank you for sharing your life with me; I am a better person with you in my world.
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