Oliver Eyes... windows of a soul so pure, so bright, so eager to take in the world around him. I see those eyes often in my dreams. In my waking. That glint of questioning, of mischief, of laughter, that catches me unawares, no matter where I am. I hear him, his giggles, his joy in friendship, in learning. I see him sharing his games and writing his name, tongue out in concentration. I remember. Catching me unawares, sometimes, my heart stutters, but I hold the memories, thankful I have them. Thankful for knowing he owns a little piece of my heart and always will.