"...to console those who mourn in Zion,
to give them beauty for ashes,
the oil of joy for mourning,
the garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness;
that they may be called trees of righteousness,
the planting of the LORD, that He may be glorified."
Today my youngest turned 18. Last night I dropped Tony off downtown to go "play" with his friends for the last night of his "childhood". I realized that was the last time I'd seen him as a juvenile. When I saw him next he'd be and adult. I came home and cried.