Where would I even begin to write about my son.
When he was born 6 weeks early on my dad’s 50th birthday, I should have known then that I was going to have an exceptional child. He never stopped, he never slept and he was constantly on the go. David always wanted to know how things work. He was constantly taking his toys apart to see how they clicked.
When he was about 5 or 6 years old, David, Megan and I got locked out of the house. Andrew was at work and I didn’t know what to do. This was before cell phones. My neighbors were not home so I thought I was stuck. I should have known better. David went into the garage, got some tools and took the door off the hinges. We grabbed my keys and he put the door back on and we were on our way. I miss you so David, Love mom