Milo and I were sitting at the table this morning eating breakfast, when all of a sudden I could tell he was deep in thought. He stuck his bottom lip out and said quietly, "I miss my friend."
My heart wrenched and I immediately asked him, "Milo, what friend do you miss?"
He said it again, "I miss my friend." And then he drove it home. "I miss Daddy."
The sweetest boy alive misses his daddy, who's been working some long hours.