One of the most amazing days of my life was the day Tristan was born, on 19 December 2000. That year started out with Michele and I getting married and ended with Tristan’s arrival into the world. I thought he was beautiful the moment I saw him, and still do, even though he’s now grown up. (He’d probably be embarrassed that I wrote that.)
His birthday day this year was quiet and calm, and the only thing he asked to have for his birthday meal was a 4 for 4 special from Wendy’s, which he devoured. (He actually gobbled down two of them.) Yesterday, his older brother and sister-in-law treated him and his other siblings to a movie, and also promised him a very generous birthday present. We’ll be leaving soon for northern Wisconsin to spend the Christmas holiday with my wife’s family, when we’ll celebrate Tristan’s birthday in earnest.
We’ve been through a lot together these past eighteen years, and there have been good days and bad days. But what hasn’t changed is how much we love this guy. He has always been strong-willed, smart, independent, and compassionate (as much as he tries to hide that fact at times). I sorely miss those days when he was my little buddy who loved to sit by me and rest his head on my shoulder, but I hope and pray for a bright future ahead of him, whatever direction he decides to take.