My Brown Eyed Boy

I have dreams about Jack when he’s with his dad.  In my dreams he smooshes his face against mine, kisses my cheeks, and cuddles with me while I hold him on my lap.  Ya know, just like real life.

I wake up hoping to see his smiling face staring back at me.

I am near tears because he is not there to tell me a joke or show me a bizarre brilliant creation.

I laugh when David impersonates Jack.  I know he is missing him, too.

I can’t wait to hug my brown eyed boy again in a few days.

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