We took him to the horse farm behind our home. We walked through the barn on a beautiful, warm, fall evening, showing him our favorite horses. As a family. Just as we had talked of while I was pregnant with the twins.
We talked to the owners of the restaurant that was a family favorite and they stayed open late one night for us so there wouldn't be a crowd of germs and we had a family meal, all together, at that favorite restaurant.
We talked to a photo studio about having family photos taken. They were so accomodating - opening early just for us so we could avoid the crowd of germs and even freshly washed and sanitized the studio to make it as germ free of an outing as they could. And I treasure those pictures.
We had a Christmas celebration that was indulgent and nothing short of a coma-of-comfort-goodness. It was perfect.
We lived for him with no regrets and we showed him what it meant to be loved...
Tom saying goodbye to Braden just before his surgery.
Moments before his surgery.