Rebecca Elliott
Today, it’s nice out. I walk to and from work so I get to see this beautiful weather all the time. And just as always, when the sun shines just right, I think of you. I think of the little boy who followed me everywhere. I think of the teenage who blew up soda bottles with fireworks with me. I think of the baby that we didn’t know how long we’d get with. I think of the kid who faced this world with a smile, even with odds stacked against him. I love you kiddo. Miss you lots!

