For all of his classic attire, there was one outfit Tanner loved best… shirtless.
“It’s a hot day,” was his excuse.
Nearly 9pm at night, 57 degrees outside, I could pick him up from my mom’s fully clothed for the two-minute drive home, turn around half-way and see him sitting there with his shirt off.
“Hot day, Tanner?” I would always ask with a grin.
“Hot day.” He would respond with a smile.
It didn’t matter the time of day or temperature, that was his go-to.
No one was allowed at the dinner table without a shirt. Manners, people.
But Tanner wasn’t just anyone and, well, who can argue with a kid who says it’s a hot day?
I simply loved his little tiny body.
I think he stayed so tiny so that I could wrap him up and hold him completely, right until his very last hours.
And yes, it may end up being a hot day today… but keep your shirts on. 
