Edward carefully carried your picture into the living room to put next to your tree tonight, Will. He insisted that we turn the lights on for "Will's tree." Looking at him, it's hard not to think of what "might have been." Three little boys tumbling through the living room? It was not to be. Instead we have two tumblers and one guardian, ever watchful that none of us tumbles too far.

Happy Birthday, Will. Mom, Dad and your brothers love you and miss you every day.