Tate sits on the bed, showing his children some old photo books that are filled with him and his family, and you; his wife. Then, when your son sees you enter the room, he runs up to you, shoving a photo in your face and asking "Was this really you?!" over AND over again. Your husband laughs loudly, his laugh has always been contagious. The rest of the kids are all looking through the books, there are photos everywhere, on the floor and the bed.