Dear Jonathan,

I remember when you were born they announced over the loud speaker at Horace Mann for Samantha and I to go to Mr Fountains office and we couldn't run fast enough. I remember waiting for you to come home from the hospital and seeing you for the first time, our beautiful blond cherub.

I remember watching you grow into a mischevous little boy- running never walking (like Cooper), playing with our friends and giggling when you mimicked us, being wheeled around in a wagon at the beach with the Barams and Goulds cackling, and squeeling, and later sneaking out with us on the boardwalk after your bedtime and breaking your leg on the back of Tammy's bike (that was the one time in our lives Samantha and I got grounded!).

As a young boy I remember you as a star athlete, the funniest and smartest and sweetest boy in the class, winning EVERY prize at field day. As a young man, I remember blasting Billy Joel with you, loving your bear hugs, helping you pick out gifts and a commitment ring for Jen, family vacations (our happiest times), and driving with Jay Z on the radio, then ipod. You picked my wedding song of course, Uptown Girl, you took care of us and fiercely protected "the family" and you spent every Sunday with us barbecuing at the beach, and cuddling up at mom and dad's in the winter.

We lost you before Cooper's first birthday, but we know you saved him when the rattle cracked in his mouth, and he knows you are his guardian angel. Today he is going to sports class and he will be wearing his Horace Mann jersey with your number, 32, and when he runs so fearlessly and blissfully I see you. Wishing you a day filled with writing, and analyzing and sunshine and kisses from Fluffy and Daisy and Lilly, and love and when you have a spare second come visit us because everything we do we do for you.

Love, Sabrina