For the next several months I won’t be able to kiss Big Daddy. I won’t be able to hold him, smell him, wait anxiously at the door for him to come home from work. There will be no nightly back rubs. There will be no goodnight kisses. My heart aches in a way that I can’t explain. It could be worse, I know that. He will be back. It could be longer. Those things really don’t help me feel less sad. I’m so incredibly proud of him for the job that he does. Yet, I’m so incredibly mad at the injustice of having to live without him.
I love you bigger than the world, Big Daddy. Come back home safe and soon. I can’t wait to kiss you again.