When I think of Bram I can't help but smile.
He was so silly. The night before he died we cuddled in bed while he nursed his optimus prime "yeeeah op pime noosin'" and we talked about juice and he opened his mouth and pointed down and told me about juice going in our bellies. Then he'd push the button on his optimus prime and repeat "aubot row ow!"
He loved to climb up slides. Which we could spend hours at the park doing.
He loved his big brothers and would follow them and do whatever they did, even if it meant going into the open field and play in the mud.
He loved food! If I said "Bram you're a pig" he would look at me confused and say "peig? noooooo. I no peig" made my heart melt.
He would bring me transformers and make me play transformers with him and I loved it, wished I had played more.
I loved they way he spoke, as he was just really learning how (my boys have always been slow talkers, understood everything early but would grunt until they felt like using words, Bram was not an exception). I loved the way he said orange, his favorite color. It was "orunch."
He loved to snuggle, he loved to dance, he loved to scream with joy, he loved to wrestle, he loved his daddy, he loved his family.
He didn't have a favorite food because he loved all food and would out eat any of us. He loved tigers, and didn't like dogs. He loved to run and was too fast. He loved to ride on the bikes in the store.
Bram was such and amazing boy. I miss him so much everyday. As much as I'm haunted by his death I can still close my eyes and see his beautiful face, I can hear his adorable laugh that would light up my insides.