I'm sick...
Sick that I have to leave this sweet little boy for even a night.
Sick that I won't get to squeeze him whenever I want.
Sick that I'll miss his laugh, smiles, kisses, tackles....
Sick that I have to leave this sweet little boy for even a night.
Sick that I won't get to squeeze him whenever I want.
Sick that I'll miss his laugh, smiles, kisses, tackles....