Wednesday, June 29, 2011 (38 days)
Good morning, little sun,
Last night I was reminiscing about your favourite number. Eight. Kathleen and I had chatted on Monday about why you loved the number “8” so much and the obvious reasons, of course, where that, for one, it looked like a snowman and we all know how much you love snow. Secondly, it was Ben’s favourite number and it was no secret that whatever Ben liked, you liked too. Thirdly, Powder 8’s came to mind and one of Dad’s favourite memories is of you and him skiing fresh powder in Fernie; he crossing over the fresh turns you’d already made in the snow in front of him to make an “8”. Then, we remembered that in all of the sports you played, if there was a jersey and a choice of which number could be worn, you always chose a number that had an “8” in it.
Last night as I stood in the driveway saying goodbye to Kathleen, I turned around to walk back into the house and staring at me was our house number. Number 8! I stopped and stared, unable to move, and thought that perhaps the most beautiful reason of all, was that home was number 8. Beautiful tears filled my eyes and at that moment I thought that maybe you were telling me something; that maybe “8” was your favourite number because it was your home. Our home. Because of that, I have never loved our home more.
I love you WillBilly. Like a bus and to infinity. (Which Mrs. Fischer reminded me today is an 8 turned on its side). Another Wow.
Momxo
Love Letters to Will 
That is such a nice story. I, too know the importance of having the “right” number as my son has always had to have the number ‘6’. He would almost panic if they were handing out jerseys and he got there a bit later and was scared someone else would take it! So, that did happen a couple of times, so he would do what Will did and pick anything with the ‘special’ number in it. So, the next time someone asks “what’s in a number?” you can tell them about Will and number ‘8’.
Hugs…
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You, Cheryl, have made my heart smile with your similar story. Getting that special numbered jersey was such a game in itself. Boys… aaahh. Gotta love em. Forever. Thanks for being such a great supporter of my love letters. It means so much.
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