Your Dad and I were talking...

Your Dad and I were talking about tough times this week. Concerned to learn that people we love will be moving again, this time to live with family downstate. And reminded that as difficult as it has been for us, we are together--a family, we are healthy, and we are happy. In your Dad's words...

"Funny you mention, the last few days, no matter what work stresses I have, I have been reminding myself that these will be looked back on as the best times of our life, no doubt......I love you and G!"

Took my breath away when I read that email. Your Dad is right. We're having a blast, aren't we?

I miss you that much too.

I miss you.

When you're in school and I'm at work.

Then, when you're at latchkey, or Barb's, or on a playdate. Because I'm at work.

I think about you and I miss you.

You miss me too.

I hear it every time you hesitate to choose someone or something else over me on the weekends. I feel it every time we turn the last page of our bedtime story and you're not ready to relax into sleep--wishing instead to stretch our evening moments as far as they will go.

And I saw it this morning. When, instead of crawling up on the couch to sleep a few more minutes--something you do nearly every school morning--you chose to drag blanket and pillow into our office and curl up on the floor at my feet. As I sat at the computer, coffee in hand.

I miss you that much too.