We were at the Children's Museum last night and I was watching the girls play with the bubbles when out of the corner of my eye I saw a little one, who looked just over a year old. Tears welled in my eyes...I was picturing Jivenson there instead, watching his sisters play. He'd be laughing and trying to get his hands on the bubbles and they'd lift him up so he could touch them. I feel his absence so often but never more than when I see a child his age...