His laugh is unmistakable. I could hear it in a crowded theater, down the block, anywhere, and I would instantly know it and see his face in my mind.
Big, deep dimples, eyes crinkled almost shut, wide smile, absolute impish delight beaming from him.
That’s my boy. My middle son, who has rediscovered joy and taught me how to find happiness and laughter in some dark places.
All while being actively targeted for political campaigns, slogans, and proposed legislation across the nation.