The time has flown by. Josh was born 29 years ago. I used to hold him in my arms and now he's taller than me.
In just a few days, he'll be married.
He's the youngest and last to marry. His oldest sister, Nikki, got married first ... a few years ago, Alissa was the most recent bride and now Josh.
So here I sit trying out a few stories to tell the crowd on New Year's Eve.
Maybe I'll tell story that's a family favorite ... the time that Josh stood on his bunk bed and peed on the floor. Did I say the time? I meant EVERY time ... EVERY day. His mother and I wondered for the longest time why his room smelled like our dog (who had died the year before).
Oh ... Then there was the day I came home and the girls had covered him with makeup, nail polish and jewelry. I was not happy.
But the story I'll never forget is not a funny one. I still feel the same pit in my stomach when I tell it. It happened after a football practice in high school. I got a call at work. Josh was in pain ... serious pain ... across his shoulder and down his side. Got him to the ER at All Children's Hospital where it was discovered that his spleen was ruptured. In practice that afternoon, he was tackled as he held the ball, falling full force on the tip.
So many stories.
His friends and family will all be there to help celebrate. He's a great kid and a special man. It has been such a treat watching my children grow into adults. and a pleasure to welcome new members of the family: Steven Cohen, Nikki's husband and Nate Lawver, Alissa's husband and now Theresa Evans ... the woman who will be my new daughter in law.
So Josh, I've probably exhausted every story about you just as I have your two wonderful sisters. But it won't stop me from repeating them again.
By the way ... does Theresa know you pee in bed?
LOVE YA MAN.