It is customary every morning for my son to finish his breakfast then come up to me where we hug! Something we've been doing before time even started.
I needed a hug this morning, that hug, that post breakfast huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuug.
My son's away this weekend.
I started missing him last night.
Fat tears rolled as soon as my head hit the pillow.
My son my sun my son I love you
Feel it in the thought I send you
from my heart
through the depths
of my very soul