The Worst Part

Most of my complaining is truthfully just in fun. It's not really meant to be complaining at all... just making light of a sometimes trying situation. It's not that bad.

What actually is bad is when one of your favorite small people in the whole wide world is having a really terrible week and all you can do is read about it in texts and e-mails. And when all you want to do is hug his momma and tell her everything is going to be alright, texts and e-mails don't seem to do the trick.

We love you buddy boy! Aunt GG, Uncle Carl and Samuel and Everett are praying for you every night. Your cousins will be back in that deer blind with you before you know it.