8:41am – Moved to tears (again)

PROVE IT, HERMY……

I just watched the movie The Sixth Sense again. It has reduced me to a blubbering mass of tears. My eyes are beginning to dry, but I wouldn’t be surprised if the tears started again.

I think my experience as a family man these past ten months have drastically altered the way I look at things. Before, I cried when I watched that movie, but this time, I’m left feeling so happy that Mikey is still alive, and so terrified that something could happen to my precious baby.

Many times, as it was playing, I cried for the little boy in the movie, Cole. They just HAD to pick that name, of all names, didn’t they?

I’m thinking of my sweet son Petey. Petey, my baby, I hope you know how much Daddy loves you, baby boy. My Sweetey Petey. I am so proud of you for so many reasons. You have such strength and bravery within you, and I admire you so much I could not explain it.

I believe we can and do learn from children. Petey is four years old, ready to turn five in December. He is one of the many inspirations within the body of my husband.

My Mikey…..

The mere thought of something as awful as what happened in the movie happening to us is enough to send shudders through me. Anna lost her husband. You know I have watched helplessly as my mother, two aunts, and then my grandmothers became widows. This is a very real fear for me. I’m not letting it stop me, baby. To the contrary, I’m saying to you, "Get home, baby. I will love you more than anyone, my darling. I will cherish you as you’ve never been cherised. I already do."

We will get you home, my love. I do have faith in that, even though I have some weak moments when the faith turns a little weaker….it’s always still there, baby. I hope you know that.

My Key, My Mikey, I love you forever times pi cubed plus one,

Your Jack