Oh, my heart.
Although we will see him later this summer, I'm jelly that my sister and nephew are spending a week with him AND I'M NOT THERE.
It's been six months. Six months since a piece of my heart jumped on a bus and headed out of state to have his own adventures. Six months since I've wrapped my arms around him, as he towers over me. For over six months we have had milk and cheese in the fridge. I haven't heard my daughter say, "Who ate all the...". I haven't told him to do his laundry, or that his clothes are too wrinkly or to put his dishes in the sink. (I'm not sayin' it hasn't crossed my mind...) It has been SIX MONTHS TOO LONG.
This boy makes me laugh. And exasperates me. He was born with a smile and a sense of humor. This is the little boy who clung to me every time the scary garbage truck came by; the little guy who refused to ride the ferris wheel. He still does. He has brought such joy and laughter; some battles and tears. Through it all, it is so good to know that he loves his momma. So so much.