Daddy's boy

Since Greg left on Monday Lincoln, more than anybody else, has had a little bit of a hard time adjusting. Having Greg around over the past months has turned Link into more of a daddy's boy than ever. The truth is, Lincoln is finally big enough for he and Greg to be buddies. Every morning Lincoln gets up and we have the same conversation.

Link: "Mom, where's daddy?"
Me: "He working in Wyoming, remember?"Link (assertively): "I want to go with him!"
Me: "I know, buddy. We'll see him soon."
Link (groaning in disappointment, lip stuck way out): "Oooohh..."

While I was finishing up my exercise this morning, he and Ethan were watching cartoons in my bed. He started to chatter excitedly, so I tuned in to what he was saying. "Look...daddy! Look! It's an ephant [elephant]! . . . Oh, daddy! I see a tiger! . . . Daddy, daddy, look!" When he finally looked over to where Greg usually sleeps and saw only Ethan, his demeanor changed and his voice got small. "Oh . . . Ethan . . . look."

We're so grateful that Greg's job has finally started that I have hardly even thought about missing him. Of course we would rather be together than apart, but this job and has been a long time coming, and we're just thrilled that he's finally in Wyoming, forging ahead. Now, if we could just get over our insurance hurdles and move up to Wyoming with him, I might go so far as to say life would be perfect . . . if only for a moment.