Missing a Boy

Sometimes it's harder than others to live so far away. This little guy just turned three earlier this month...

And we missed it. We miss him. He's at that fun age too where he lights up with every gift. 

 His brother telling him about his new toy. 

Taking a look at his new Mickey. 

Since we couldn't be there with them, it would have been fun to ship something so he'd get a gift from us in the mail. This time it just wasn't practical. So, my brother-in-law picked up the gift and gave it to him for us. This, by recommendation of his mom, is what we got him: 

 

The word is he loves it! My sister says he keeps the cars with him all of the time and if she'd let him, he'd take the garage to bed and when they leave the house too!

It makes me sad to know he's growing up without us around. We love that little guy as much as we love the other four, but he's had less of my time than the others. It's hard to show little ones you care from so far away.

Even though my sister's oldest is 17 now and a couple more are close behind (almost grown up), I always dreamed we'd have our children at the same time. That we'd be living near one another and our kids would be friends as they grew up.

Trust me...she's done her part...with children ages 17, 15, 12, 6 and 3 she spread them out plenty well for me to have a chance. :) You'd think somewhere along the way I'd have caught up and had at least one when she was having one of hers. Haha!

Who knew one day we'd live over a thousand miles apart or that it would take 18 hours of driving to be at the other's door?!