I Miss My Daddy

Tonight Nathan woke up crying. I don’t know why, but from time to time he just does that. I tried to see if he would put himself back to sleep, but when he started saying “Daddy” I couldn’t resist. (I work all day on Wednesday and only get to see him for about 15 minutes so I was looking for some Nathan time)

I walk into his room and he immediately smiles at me and holds out his hands to pick him up. I took him to the couch and we laid down together and he curled up against me and talked to me and made animal sounds and the curled up closer to my chest.

As I lay there with him I was thinking about how cool that is. I wish that when I was alone and afraid or just plain old tired and upset I could curl up with my daddy again and know that just the simple fact that I was in his arms would mean that everything would be OK.

I miss my daddy.

(On a cool note: Nathan didn’t go back to sleep. He wanted to play so Nathan’s Mom and I tried our best to get him to lay down and go back to sleep. About an hour into the fight he was in our bed sitting up between us and he just began to say words. I would say “What else can you say” and he would say “Shoes” or “truck” or “Einsteins” or “dog”. This went on through most of his vocabulary. I would ask him for another word and he would sit and think and then spout out something else that he could say. It was a neat moment. For maybe the first time he wasn’t responding to our prompts or to visual cues. He was simply using his memory to bring up words. It was well worth the lack of sleep.) 

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