I Miss Him

The house is so very very quiet...so quiet I don't even need to wear my hearing aides, because as you know speaking and understanding the language of Catish is really all about subtle nuances and tail flicks, with an occasional head to the ankle area. Nope, know need to hear for that.

I go about the house tidying it up a bit, refolding towels in his bathroom, bringing clean clothes to his room. I sit on his bed and breathe in that boy smell of his. No longer do the pillows and sheets have a faint trace of lavender spray to help soothe him, no longer holding the smells of Johnson's Baby shampoo from his sweet head that I rubbed nightly. When did he stop smelling like my little boy? Now I smell his AXE shampoo and body wash. I sneeze. I go upstairs to call him.

Hi honey! Are you having fun? What are you doing?

HI MOM JUST DRIVING A TRACTOR DOWN THE ROAD!

A Tractor? Who on earth is letting you drive a tractor now? (I remember driving the John Deere at The Farm) WHO?

The little green toy one mom! I'm in the road here comes a car oops I'm still here WOW Mikey did you see that? HAHAHAH What Mom? What?

I said, It sounds like you are having fun, I'm glad!

Oh yeah!

I miss you Evan!

Okay.

Did you hear what I said?

Yes, and I said okay.


Clearly the child is unable to express how much he misses be because he hasn't had Starbucks for 5 days.