There is something very special about J. When I picture him in his special basketball pajamas jumping up and down on our bed while jabbering away in flight; I see the happiest kid on earth. He looks so gleeful. Nothing else matters. All is good. It is an experience only his 38 inch body can fully appreciate. As much as I understand the wish adults have to reclaim their lost childhoods, or their “inner child,” it’s not the same. Seeing a 40 year old grown man with emerging hair coming from his ears and watching his mid drift bulge have more fun than him is just not the same. Maybe that’s what I appreciate about J right now. He is in the moment, living it, and forever it will be his memory.