Well, he’s not really a baby, though he is my Youngest.
Christmas is no longer just about the gifts and cookies for him-Christmas has now turned in to that time of year when you miss all your distant and lost loved ones. The tears come very easily this time of year, and Youngest learned that on Saturday. He cried and cried like he hasn’t cried in years. He misses his brother, he misses my mother, and he misses his dad.
It was like watching him grow up a little right before my eyes, though I wish he didn’t have to experience that. In a perfect world my Oldest would be right down the street with his wife and children, my mother would still be 5 miles away, and my husband would be his biological father.
In a perfect world.