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james isn't gone from us much. rarely, i should say. if we are home, he is home. but last night he had to work late so bro & i were on our own from about 6pm until 9pm. no big deal. we were on our own for a long time before james and i sometimes still crave alone time with my little guy. it's the only time he will openly admit that he loves a girl, the only time he will sit on my lap and let me kiss & hug him without telling me to stop, the only time he feels free to tell me anything bc in his little mind there are no men or boys around to impress...it's just him and his momma.

after a nerf war, hide-n-seek, dinner, racing cars, a bath and another nerf war...we decided to spend some time working our left-handed ABCs. trying to write the capital ones and the lower case ones, trying to keep them in between the lines of the penmanship paper, trying to differentiate a lower case b and a lowercase d....

brody asked me where james was oh...about...100 times.

so james finally comes home.

after some hugs, brody tells him all about our night.

then he says "and i wrote a letter"

(i don't remember this, btw, i just remember a lower case i with no dot and and upside down m. or maybe that was a w in the wrong spot...)

"yep, i wrote a letter" he says...

it said

"i miss james"