I filmed it. I watched it. I critiqued myself the entire time. I noticed my double-chin and wrinkles. I edited. I re-edited. I edited some more. I didn’t touch it for a week. I came back to it. I added in clips of Quentin’s childhood. I reminisced as I added in the photos and videos. I got so sad. I stared at my boy – really almost a man. I was overcome with gratitude. I heard my son’s answers. I recognized that this was more of a Q&A – my boy doesn’t talk a lot in front of a lot of people.

I heard my son telling me that he is ok. I heard his heart speak to me and I understood that he is so resilient. I remember that it hasn’t always been easy for him. I watched him struggle in past years. I recognize that he has made it past many of his battles. I see what has become of him. I am truly in awe. I feel how deeply he is bonded to his dad. I can’t put into words how happy I am for it. I was also so bonded to my dad. I realize after this taping how much we truly have in common. I feel how much love he has in his heart. I am proud.