I took Friday off from work to be with my boy. We had a real good day. Like, real good. We did the play-doh thing. We did the markers on paper thing. We did the throw five million rocks into the river thing. We did the mac and cheese thing. We did the nap thing. We did the doctor thing (that part ended up not being so good, but it had to be done). We did the park thing. We did the pizza for dinner thing. We did the bed thing.
Although it was super cold, the sun was shining and lots of love was in the air. It felt so good to light a candle in remembrance while being able to hug and squeeze and kiss my son whenever I felt like it. Ends up he felt the same way.
Like I said, it was a real good day.