It’s been two weeks. Two weeks of missing him, his hugs, his kisses, his caresses, his wonderful smile.
Two weeks ago, his mom took him to Edmonton to visit family. Tonight, he came home, and had big hugs for his dad. Kisses too. And we caught up with all the teasing of each other that we’ve missed for the past two weeks.
Yeah, my three and a half year old son is home, and right now, he’s eating an apple, and I’m hoping he’ll adjust to the time difference soon.
The picture is of David with his Grandma. Isn’t he adorable?
