I remember chasing him around our apartment building and catching him and us falling into a giggling pile.
I remember I remember his often battles with his brother until I told them, "Friends come and go, you two are family. You two have to be there for each other." They took it to heart and they were a pair from then on. For better or worse.
I remember T-ball, soccer, hockey, and football.
I remember watching him grow from a wannabe punk to a strong warrior for God.
I remember getting a tattoo with him.
I remember playing pool with him.
I remember teaching him chess, playing it with him. His favorite piece was the knight.
I remember going to Promise Keepers with him. and Newsboys concerts, and Spirit Fest. His excitement over the band, Skillet.
I remember his graduation from boot camp.
I remember and still have his beat-up Ford Ranger.
I remember many struggles, tears, joy, Christmases, fun, love, pride, successes, and most of all, I boy who wanted to be a hero, who was never embarrassed to kiss his mother in from of his friends, even in high school.
I don't have to remember much, he is with me everyday. And I miss him.
Happy Birthday, Jeremiah.