The rib-cracking, breath-taking hugs. The natural desire to help others. The twinkle in his eye when he was being mischievous. The heart that broke for others. The childlike faith. The giggle he couldn't contain. The way he made others feel like they really mattered to him. I miss it all. Sometimes while playing with my boys, my heart hurts knowing that our kids should have grown up together. But no matter what we're missing here, he's getting it all up there! What a glad reunion it shall be one day!