"little" logic

as i lay in bed with my 5-year-old tonight, i am given insight into a new way to look at this short blip in time. with the expected kiddle requests and a few extra cuddles we ponder the imponderables. "i miss daddy" i say. i openly admit i need those hugs and kisses every day. "me, too" comes the reply. "only the hugs though, kisses are disgusting". (5 year old logic is so adorable). "but i don't miss daddy". as i wonder how this is possible, he finishes my thought with an answer. simple and true. "i don't miss him, he just has to go to work for a long time, but he's coming back, he loves me."

he doesn't have to miss his daddy, he just has to wait for that big ol' bear of love to grin his way again. and he's sure, downright positive that the reason he doesn't have to miss him is because he's not really gone. he loves me. that's all that counts. and that's what keeps him "here".

so now, i don't miss him. he loves me. thanks bubsy, i love you.