Ahh...read this and loved it.
The moments always take me by surprise. It happened the other week, when my daughter and I went to see Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day. The movie's pretty funny, and Sabrina and I both laughed a lot. At the end, Alexander has a birthday party and his parents wish him a happy 12th birthday. Suddenly, tears started rolling down my face. Because my son, Max, is going to be 12 in a couple of months, and it was one of those moments when I thought, I wonder what he'd be like at 12 if he hadn't had the stroke. As I wrote on Facebook, "It's that total disconnect between loving the kid you have -- the Wonderful, Awesome, All Good, Very Great Kid -- and wondering about the kid who never was."