Today is Sunday. When you were still with us, this was your day with Dadda. You guys watched all the games together, lounged on the couch and ate loads of Goldfish on Sundays. These days meant so much to Dadda, and I know this day is harder for him than most. Send him some love, sweet boy. Show him you are still very present, even though we can't hold you, touch you, kiss you...feel your tight Peanut hugs or smell the sweetness of you.
Dadda has been so strong for all of us. Readers, please send my wonderful husband your hugs and love tonight. I see the pain in his eyes, and I'm not sure I'm strong enough to support him right now.
Peanut, I miss you. So much. The hole in my heart is so large, but the sharp edges are softening....maybe that is the gift of time. Not sure. Just know, I love you....to the moon and back.