Exactly a month ago, I was dropping him off at LAX. I think that was worse for me than the day he took me to La Guardia to catch my flight home, back in October. I cried from the minute I walked out of that terminal until Nic calmed me down a bit on the drive home. It was halfway home that I realized it was our 10 month anniversary.

When we talked about it later, he reminded me that we had celebrated the entire week leading up to that day because we got to spend all that time together.

This long distance stuff is hard. It creates this achy feeling in the middle of your chest that you just can’t soothe away. What makes it worse, what makes the ache deeper, is spending amazing weeks together where you can’t help but sit back in awe as you watch your son, your parents, and your best friends enjoy him being here too. It’s absolutely amazing to watch.

Having him here with me made me realize something. I want to see this world with him next to me.

There isn’t much more to it than that.

Happy 11 months sweetie. <#

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