…he woke up crying tonight because he missed his Daddy.  It seemed like it happened in an instant, one minute he was a baby who didn’t even notice that Daddy was gone, the next he’s a little boy who doesn’t really understand the concept of a business trip, but just knows he needs his Dad close by.  So I got him up and we called Daddy, thank goodness he’s just a couple states away and not out of the country. He could barely talk though from sobbing and being half asleep.

I’m no good with bugs, or fixing toy cars, or wrestling or building forts. I’m so glad the kid still loves to snuggle with me, or the role of Mom would be obsolete to my 3 year old! He just needs his Dad, plain and simple. His clone.