The day we got home from India I was walking across my kitchen to sit down at the table, and as I glanced toward the refrigerator I saw the picture of Drew we have up there, the one where he is smiling so delightedly while lying on a bed in Florida with his Grandma. I felt a strong pang of sadness, and I was surprised at how suddenly my entire focus was on Drew--it was as if he filled my entire field of view, like he was all I could see. It then struck me that that picture is how I remember him. I remember him laughing, smiling that huge smile, giggling. When I stop to think about him more, I remember him looking beautiful while sleeping later on, but my first mental image of him is of him smiling and laughing. I am so thankful for that.