I can't really describe it but I'll try. Every day, give or take, Andy gives me the knowing look. I saw that look many times when we were in the hospital. He'll follow that knowing look with a hug, maybe a kiss, or some other form of affection.
He knows that he and Daddy went through something and that there is a special bond. He thanks me every day.
I know this will pass as he begins to completely forget about everything. I'll enjoy it while I can.
You're welcome Andy. I love you too.