While I write this, you are probably splashing in the water, or building sand castles on the “beetz” (as you call it). You’re on holiday with dad and your best uncle and aunt from Canada and you’re having a ball.
Me, not so much. This is the first time you’ve ever left me – other times I’ve gone away or on lots of work trips – and it’s awful. I would give up the peaceful bathroom trips, the neat playroom without Lego strewn everywhere and the “freedom” to bath for 20 minutes any day to hear your laugh or have you jump on me and almost take a boob out.
The house is so quiet without you. And I’m not just referring to the sound. It is quiet in energy and heart, and I get a sense that even the animals are missing you though i”m sure they’re relieved their tails and whiskers aren’t under siege.
Dude, I have cried more tears this week than I have in a long time, and every moment I picture you tottering off to the “aewoplane” when I dropped you at the airport, my eyes get heavy and leaky again.
Your absence reminds me of what I’ve got, and what I feel, and it’s difficult (but the guys at Kleenex are probably exceeding their monthly targets right now).
Three more quiet sleeps without you…
I can’t wait to see you,
From the iPhone and Blackberry (your dad’s) this week:
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