I have so many memories from my son's life that I wish I could share with you all, but I will pick my favorites. 

Age 1: I remember Ryan's first steps, and how he fell into the corner of our coffee table and scratched his chin so badly that we had to go to the emergency room and he ended up getting two stitches.

Age 2: When Ryan was two and people would ask him how old he was he would always say "I two...too many!" Everyone always got a kick out of that 

Age 3: Ryan's grandpa (my father) was babysitting him and was digging a ditch to plant a tree. Ryan was obsessed with super hero's and had been on a kick of wearing his superman underoo's. He was running around the yard and decided that he would fly over the ditch, and, like a true little boy, fell right into the dirt. When his grandpa picked him up he exclaimed "I would have made it if I had my cape on!"

Age 4: When my son started little league, he could not hit the ball for anything. About the fifth game my husband could not go, but he told our son he wanted to hear all about the game when he got home.After the game we went home and he ran into the house yelling "Daddy! Daddy! I got three hits today!" Pointing to his shoulder, his arm and his foot respectively, he exclaimed "I got hit here, here and here!"

 


Age 15: When Ryan met Deva, my husband and I didn't quite know how it was going to turn out. Ryan had had a couple of other girlfriend's, but he never brought them home. When we first met Deva we were shocked at how short she was, but thought that Ryan and her made an adorable couple. Ryan and Deva were together for a long time, longer then we ever thought they would be, and when Ryan came to his father and I and told us that he was going to propose, we were overjoyed. Yes, they were young, but they were in love and we knew that they were meant to be. Deva, to this day you will always be Ryan's first love, and that will never change. 

This is a poem I found online and it reminded me of my son

Feel no guilt in laughter, he'd know how much you care.
Feel no sorrow in a smile that he is not here to share.
You cannot grieve forever; he would not want you to.
He'd hope that you could carry on the way you always do.
So, talk about the good times and the way you showed you cared,
The days you spent together, all the happiness you shared.
Let memories surround you, a word someone may say
Will suddenly recapture a time, an hour, a day,
That brings him back as clearly as though he were still here,
And fills you with the feeling that he is always near.
For if you keep those moments, you will never be apart
And he will live forever locked safely within your heart.