I will never forget when you were three and you got mad at your dad for some reason. You had on underwear and a t-shirt and your red cowboy boots. We were working out in the yard and I was pregnant with Elizabeth and all of a sudden you took off down the street. I waddled down the street after you and we ended up at the park a couple of blocks away. I don't remember why you were upset but you finally agreed to come home with me. You were worried about me walking so far. You always were such a little gentleman. I loved you so much then and I never have stopped. It breaks my heart that you are gone from this earth and I will never get another one of your great big bear hugs! I love you to the moon and back forever and always...