2013-04-30 - 12:31 p.m.
Miss my boy.
I miss the good times. I miss the laughs we had and the fun stuff we did and... the facial expressions he made when I amused him or flabbergasted him. Every now and then he would make me laugh so much that my giggle box would get turned over and I couldn't stop laughing. This would make him laugh too and then it was just impossible for me to stop.
I miss so much more than this, but I don't want to get heavy right now. Just a quick blurb on a busy workday.
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