18

I can hardly believe that it has been 18 years.  Last night I was remembering those first days in the hospital.  Anthony had little pimple like things on his body and the hospital wanted to keep him for a few days until they were sure he would be fine.  After 4 days it was decided that he was fine and we could take him home.  I have to laugh, while in the hospital, the 49ers were in the playoffs.  Steve and I were in our hospital room watching the game.  The couple in the next room would stop in to check the score.  Our room was right across from  NICU were Anthony was.  Every commercial I would hop over and check on him and then back to the game.  The Oakland Raiders were playing as well, that day.  Anthony's doctor was a fan and joined us in the room to watch that game.  It was to funny when one of the nurse's would come in to check what all the noise was about.  It was the next day when the nurse rolled Anthony's crib in.  I looked at her and said, "I get him all to myself."  She hugged me and said "You get to take him home."  It was the first time I got to hold him without any wires or tubes. 

Anyway, 18 years later I am getting ready to watch the 49ers in the playoffs with my oldest baby.  We are so proud of the kind, caring and loving young man he has turned into.

Happy Birthday Sweetie.  Here are a couple of pictures from the last few years.