James recieved a picture of a light house from his grandparents, which he absolutely loved and cherished and was in his family forever it seemed.  James and I seemed like we were "always" moving, as he would get tired of a house or an apartment and that was that.  LOL...  anywho, I knew better then to ever try and "help" with the packing or handling of this picture.  When we were doing the act of the moving the picture had a very special place in the car.  Front seat, Seat belted in and NO ONE was to touch or move it except for James..  This picture always hung in the master bedroom no matter where we lived or the colors on the wall...  If needed James would require the room painted to match the picture.  This is just but one of thousands of fond memories I was blessed to have with him.

Love you baby,