I'm typing this at the local public library in a town close to the campground that we are at.
This week has been a great week of relaxing and getting away from every day life, but it's also been a week for my brain to slow down and spend time thinking.
It seems that I've been spending a lot of time thinking about this wee little one.
I've been wondering what life would be like with him around.
Would he like the sand at the beach and splashing his long feet in the water?
Would he become enthralled with the campfire like his brother and sister?
Would we have had to spend the whole week in the air conditioned cabin to keep him cool?
What would his favorite food be? Would his grandparents feel comfortable caring for him for a few hours so Shane and I could go on a canoe ride around the lake?
This little man still has such a grip on my heart. Sometimes I can ask these questions with little sadness. Other times, I have to hold back the tears and try to hide my quivering chin from the others.
It all comes down to missing him. I miss him terribly. Some days my longing for him are just a dull ache. Other times, like this week, the pain is almost too much.
I miss him.