I tucked him in forty-five minutes ago.
In those forty-five minutes, I can guarantee you he’s been busier than he’s been all day.
Building towers and racing cars and reading books all about scrambled eggs… which he does not eat.
Where’s that lizard? Why did Cade take my race car? Can Monkey fly?
He’s been in and out of his room more times than I can count.
Ten minutes ago, I caught him sneaking candy out of the kitchen.
He was just hungry.
Can I have them, Momma? Will you save them for me tomorrow, Momma?
I lead him back to his room and help him hop over the gate that’s no longer needed…
It keeps the monsters out, right, Momma?
He reaches his arms up to hug me. I lean in, he grabs hold, and doesn’t let go…
I pull up and he’s still holding on tight.
I wrap my arms around him, pull him in close, and rest my head in that place between his shoulder and neck.
I miss Daddy, Momma. Will he come home now?
Do you miss Daddy, too? Why is he all far away? Is he fighting the bad guys?
Helping the good guys?
Does he hurt the bad guys, Momma? Does he kill them?
My heart sinks. Tears stain my cheeks…
I breathe deep, wipe my tears, and search for the right words….
Dear Lord, How do I answer this?