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Sometimes Ian reminds me so much of Michael.

When he acts goofy.

When he’s sweet and cuddly and affectionate.

But mostly it’s when he locks eyes with me, and his little face relaxes and breaks into an easy, pure, wide-open grin that’s the facial equivalent of a bear hug.

I’m blessed to receive his huge smiles over and over every day, thank God, thank God, but only a precious handful seem to bring me face to face with my brother. And it makes me so happy, and so sad, and so scared all at once.

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