I hate that Adam is stuck in 2016, no pictures, no talk, only possible signs and feelings. Something in a book reminded me of standing on our porch, facing north in June, a spectacular electrical show in the sky. No thunder, only crackling strands of lightning dancing in the night. We shared this moment together and even at the time I knew it was special.
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Thank you for sharing that moment. I miss that kid!
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