7 year old JT was up for any adventure that came his way. I remember a lot of laughter that year, accompanied by face-painting, costumes, climbing, and running everywhere he went. His career goal was to be a Power Ranger.
He was also interested in piracy for his life’s work.
He envisioned himself as fierce but mostly he was cute.
And busy, so very busy.
At the start of second grade, he broke his leg while riding his bike. Even that he took in stride and through a Fall on crutches, he was a trooper.
He was a cat for Halloween, wearing a costume he designed with the help of his grandmother. He loved that costume and it is the sweetness of kitty cat JT that most lingers in my mind.
That’s happy!
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