So it's fathers day and I'm missing my little boy. Every year it's tuff to send him back with his Mom. Don't get me wrong she deserves to be with him much more than see gets to, but I'm selfish and want him all the time. Soon after he goes home with Rachel it starts. It's the little things that get to me. He leaves and you have to throw away his old juice boxes, wash the bowl he ate his macaroni and cheese in, and pick up his toys he left out. A week later you're just starting to get back on track and now it's time to wash clothes that he left. We are getting into the final stage now.... Time to change sheets and make his bed. It's a little sad but at the same time, now I'm ready for him to be home...... I'll be waiting for him..... I love you Brandt!