my son was my pride and joy.  I remember the good, the bad, and the cute things he did. Larry was a spoiled little boy.  His dad left when he was 4 and he took over being my protector and my team mate.  when I was sick he would lay hands on me and pray at 4 years old and then 10 minutes later ask me did Jesus heal you yet momma.  If I was discouraged he'd put his little arms around me and say don't worry momma we will be ok.  we are a team.  Oh how I ache for that voice, that smile. those mischievous eyes and ways.  His heart was to big for his own good and trusted to many.  I love you sunshine oh so much.