But it's just not the same. I can't pick him up and squeeze him, and hug him, and kiss him, and just LOVE him! I miss him. I can't wait until I can give him a bath and we can splash and play together. I can't wait until I can dry off his little booty and put lotion on it. I can't wait until I can rock him to sleep and put him in his bed. I can't wait until things go back to normal. I miss him.
Even though it makes me feel better to know that he understands, I still miss him like crazy.