pm and I think that missing his Daddy is just getting to be too much for our little guy. The last few hours have been rough on him. I can see his mind running. Wondering. Looking out the window and at the door. Waiting for Daddy to come home. So when he started counting and lining up his cars, I knew he could use a hand. I helped him to form a few nice groups of cars and we counted them. About 20 times. He asked for a bubba and I warmed him a milk. We sat in his bed for a bit and I explained that when he got off the bus tomorrow, Daddy would be home. He laid his face to my chest and cried for a few minutes. And my heart broke. Daddy can't be home soon enough. His family misses him. We sang a song and he leaned down and kissed his daddy's pillow and said, "Ny Ny, Daddy" and he snuggled into my nook until he drifted off. It's been four days. Just the three of us.
So I learned that I can handle this alone but that I am the luckiest woman alive because there is someone else just as capable and in love with these kids as I am. And that dude is getting ready to board a plane to come home to his family. And we get to raise these babies together. And we are not alone. All four of us are in it to win it. Together.
We can't wait to hug you, Daddy. See you in the morning.