As I began to settle Harold for bed last night, he held onto his Daddy Doll, as usual. He hugged it to himself and said, “when is my daddy coming home? It’s taking SO long. Is he coming back?”
My heart breaks. At 3 1/2, he does not understand why Horatio is away and can’t fathom the time it will take for him to come back to us.
All I can do is reassure him, cuddle him, and try to get Horatio to skype with us this weekend.
Poor little guy…