I forgot about the face you used to make. Remember how Mom or I would say "Make your face, make your face," and you were so quick to please us. You'd scrunch up your face and we'd all laugh so hard. You were so funny.
I looked in the kitchen this morning for the wall where we would measure you and Jack and mark your progress. It was painted over. Bummer. I used to cheat to help you feel like you were making progress. I did it for both of us. You were a big man to me.