My middle son was a soft-spoken little guy who never made a fuss. He loved to go outside and walk around on our back deck looking through the fence, up at the trees and down at the yard. He pointed to birds. He talked to squirrels. He didn’t miss a thing. I kept an eye on him out on the deck. With a baby in my arms, I looked out the window and saw he was pointing towards the house — his little …
