When Audrey made this shirt for her little brother, I could not imagine the days when he would be close to outgrowing it, or just how fitting this shirt would be. Bright like his eyes. Made sweeter by its imperfections. Too soft not to touch. Too cute to stop staring at. And, ironically, were his sister to put a target on his back, it would be a heart-shaped, and quickly attacked by sisterly love.