Boy Wonder is sick, but four hours away with his Kentucky cousins. He was looking forward to spending a week at their house, which is full to the brim with kids, happenings, and hamsters, and I know they are taking good care of him, but still. He's seven--and he's got a fever and he needs his mom. Timmy is very quiet and definitely missing you, wrote my sister-in-law this afternoon. We quickly got him squared away with a nap, and sleep is probably what he needs most of all. Still, I keep checking my phone to see if there are any new messages.
I miss my boy. I wish I could hold him.