There is a pair of shoes by the back door that remind me of him. A pair of shoes that his feet once filled. Those shoes, plain and blue, white, and black. That pair of shoes that Doug had to convince him were cool. (He wanted something with a Spider man on them!) As I pass those shoes each day, I remember to stop and say a pryer for our boy, who is thousands of miles away, but very close in our hearts. The girls talk about the boy who filled those shoes, and talk about all the plans they have for him when he returns to fill them.