Today is the 17th anniversary of the birth of my son Steel.  It's hard to believe that it has been that long since I held that beautiful baby in my arms.  He was gorgeous... (and I'm not just saying that.  I think most newborns look like lizards.)  His birth was  a scheduled C-Section so he came out pink, pretty and perfectly formed.  I never could have imagined (or dreamed) of the young man he'd become and all he'd accomplish in such a short period of time.

Steel is passionate and compassionate.  He wears his heart on his sleeve and lives his life full of emotion.  He has a brilliant sense of humor and quick wit.  He is loyal, thoughtful and dedicated.  Steel has been recognized time and time again for is athletic accomplishments but the ones I'm most proud of have nothing to do with his physical abilities.  He has been named the  "Coach's Award" recipient on seven different occasions for various sports including baseball, soccer, football and wrestling.  This speaks to his character.

I am so proud of Steel and I respect and honor his commitment to his athletic endeavors and stand in awe of all that he accomplishes.  It has truly been a privilege to be along for the ride.  I look forward to what the future holds for him.

He is my hero.