From time to time, I get a new "memory" of Big Tom from one of my little Toms. Today it was from Christian. "Mom," he said. "I remember Dad had this squishy blue ball he used to take into the back yard. He'd throw it way high up in the air. So high up we couldn't see it! It took forever to come back down. Then Dad would catch it and say, 'Did you see that? It scraped against the moon and came back to us!'"
If we could bottle fatherhood and spread it around the world. Maybe all little boys would be as joyful as these four!