165 Days


Here’s a text conversation with my son last Sunday.  Yes – I was joking about Dungeons & Dragons.  He’s never played that.  “Little fella” is a joke too.  He’s 2″ taller than I am.  But he’s my little boy.  Forever.  Just like I was my dad’s boy.

I missed him too on Sunday.  It’s the quiet times that we miss him most, and Sundays have quiet times.  Mom has quiet times every day.  She misses him every day.  I know it’s so hard for her that she’s sometimes paralyzed.

I want her to “get busy” and “snap out of it.”  But I know that’s unfair.