To Be Known

Chase was…is… crazy about his little brothers and his baby sister. Never a moment of jealousy. He wholeheartedly welcomed each of them into his world even though the single, focused spotlight that had shone on him for the first four years of his life broadened to include his new siblings.

I love this picture. How does it get any better? Lounging on your giant teddy bear in your Sylvester boxers and your mullet listening to your big bro read Are You My Mother?

Lately I’ve wanted ….or maybe felt compelled…to post pictures from Chandler’s old-school picture album, whether they have anything to do with that day’s blog post or not. I think it’s because we are moving closer to December 15…and January 1.

I want Chandler to be remembered. I want his smile to continue bringing joy. I want his life…his whole life…to be appreciated. I want him to be known.

Today’s Chandler-ness:
11/5/98 - You refused to say “thank you” and “please” tonight for some food. Finally, you became yourself again and said, “May I have milk, please?” I said, “You’re back…where was my son? Did he go on vacation?” You said, “I’m glad I got my thank yous back. Now I can get my stuff when I ask for it.”