Wesley calls me at work once or twice a day. Usually I get a “Hi Dada” and I ask him questions which are always answered with “Yeah, Uh hum”, “geese”, “walk”, or “mama”. But the other day I got a call from Wesley that almost broke my heart. I answer the phone and hear “Home. Home. Dada home.” Then a big kissing sound and some unclear but sad sounding noises. Wesley wanted me to come home from work badly enough that he got Amber to call me. It made me feel really terrible. What is worse is that Amber says he frequently picks up his cell phone (no service) and says the same thing. Sometimes a couple of times a day. I miss him too and I really wish I could be home. But if I was to stay home full time, home would have to be a cardboard box by the railroad tracks. He’s the reason I go into work early, usually getting in around 6:30am so that I can be home early enough to spend some time with him. I can’t imagine going in at 8 or 9 and not getting home until 6pm. He’s in bed by 7. I’d miss his whole life. Now I get to see him for about 3 hours each evening.
he some how knew I was talking w/ Amber the other day, I heard a “hi pat” in the back ground…pow! to the mat!
now I know how I got my dad’s car keys