Three Kisses

Today marks 12 years from our accident.  I wish you could know him.  He's amazing.  He's funny - he makes me laugh.  He's loving. He's fearless - I'd love to watch you teach him to ski - you'd be way better at it than me - and don't get me started on skating... that was always your thing.  He loves our family and beams at the mention of their names.  He's beautiful - his smile lights up a room and his eyes are so full of wonder and life.  He's animated.  Like someone else I knew, he likes to entertain the crowd.  He's friendly - again, like someone I knew, he walks in knowing no one and has invited people to his party while putting on his shoes to go.  You and I had this thing... 3 kisses.  I don't know why it started or if there was a reason, but I know that we always shared 3 kisses on the way out the door.  It didn't matter long goodbye or short... I got 3 kisses. I am glad I remember our final ones.   Now, my boy does the same.  I often think of you when I collect my kisses from Corbin.
Scott, it's 12 years today that we had to say goodbye.  I wish you could see him.  I wish you could know him.  I wish you could love him.  I wish you could watch him grow.  I wish you could be his Dad.

Over the dressing room where you coached some amazing young men is a quote from your memorial,

"I've learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will NEVER forget how you made them feel"

Scott took this team internationally to compete in a tournament in  Russia.  Now we've stood on the same soil amazed for completely different reasons. 

Love you. Miss you.  You loved me more in a minute than most people get in a lifetime.
XOXO Kid.