But it's killing me.
I want to scream and shake you! And tell you what to do until you do it!! You were my baby.
I taught you how to walk, and how to read, and potty trained you. You were the sweet little boy who snuggled with me while watching Sesame Street. And who could run in the backyard chasing the ducks and rabbits for hours. You made tents in your bunk bed and tried to ride the dog. You always had a smile on. And you are so musically gifted, you can play a song on the guitar just by listening to it.
You have always amazed me. And always been my baby.
And I hate it that you are so far away and all I can do is sit here and try to calmly talk to you over the phone. I want to scream and yell and hold you and cry.