I said goodbye to this kiddo last Wednesday. It's been a hard couple of days before he left. I noted that it would be the last night I could call and talk to him, the last morning that I could send him music, the last time I could cut his hair or rub lotion on his poor chapped hands.
It was good to see that he and his brother have grown so much closer since Brenden has been home than before they were when Brenden left two years ago. Aspen just thinks Wade walks on water, but the entirety of the day didn't hit her until we had left the airport and she sobbed and sobbed.
I, of course, am a huge big baby and cry over EVERYTHING... and this was no exception.
I cried over our last selfie.
I cried over his smell that I won't have for awhile.
I cried just to touch him.
I've already had days when I just thought, "oh, Wade would love this song, I'll call him". Somehow letters just don't send the same sentiment. Emails might, but the stinker hasn't sent an email to his mother, and I'm going on 9 days.
If I don't get one soon (today) I think I'm planning an emergency trip to Mexico just to check on him.