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.