B.J. Johnathan is looking more and more like you the older he gets. It makes him happy and I know it makes you proud...oh but it's bittersweet to me. I catch myself slipping up and calling him B.J. often and occasionally I call him Buddy and last night I slipped and called him Butter. I know he's not you and I don't pretend he is...he just reminds me so much of you.Love, Mama















