Saying Goodbye to My Ski Buddy

My two-year-old son Ted played innocently in his bedroom as we sat together on the floor, driving toy trucks through a whimsical land of make believe. Cement mixers and frontloaders greeted each other before driving off again, down imagined roads. In a trance-like state I watched him, at once in the moment but also caught in reverie, in awe that I had the luck of being responsible for this amazing little being.I also had the pleasure of how this tiny human could hold a mirror up to myself, remin