I wish I could see his face. See his smile again.
I wish I could see (and hear) his excitement when he knows he's going out on the water.
I wish I could see him and his best friend...just chillin' at "the camp" having a couple of beers.
I wish I could see him in my favorite color. I love the way he dresses.
I wish I could see him so he could take me for a ride on his new toy.
I wish I could hear him making fun of me because he's so much taller than me. (FYI...my hair looks like crap! we went on a water ride and of course I got SOAKED!)
I wish I could be there to see him do this so I could laugh my ass off at him!
The moral of the story is this, I miss my son. I haven't seen him since August. I wont see him again until September. It's killing me. He'll turn 21 on August 22. I was going to go home for his birthday but he's already made plans to go to New Orleans with all his buddies so he's not gonna want his Momma around.
God September needs to hurry the fuck up and get here. I want to sit next to him and hear that laugh of his that just makes me smile BIG inside. I want to hug him so I can tell if he's been eating good. I want to be there to fold his laundry for him because he's hates folding laundry!
I need to be there with my son.
I need to see my son.
I need to hold my son.
This Momma is missing her (grown) son tonight.