I’ve got two sweet boys. This one has had a rough night. He takes all worry on to his thin shoulders. He had a bad headache which caused him to be sick on and off throughout the night. He deals with it like the strong soul that he is. He misses Kevin so much every day we’re apart from him. He calls him, tells him about his day and crosses off days of the week each night with the rest of us. He sincerely looks forward to Kev’s visits home. He writes stories, illustrates them and uses the pen name K. Eau Claire. He always chooses the right path, even when he sees others do differently. He is scary smart, has an incredible imagination and even ate the disaster meatloaf I tried to make the other night.
Thanks for being one of my sweet boys, buddy.