A missing piece of my heart

I woke up this morning feeling like something was missing. As we used to say....something was missing from "mine" heart. I really couldn't identify it. I just sort of moped around feeling a little blue. I knew that there was this little ache and that it just kind of hung around all morning long. It had been a nice weekend and there wasn't anything particular on my mind of concern. Then it hit me - I knew what was missing. It was Braylon. I was missing Braylon John. I just wanted to play with him. I wanted Rachael to "drop him off" at my house so that we could read books and play "Put this bug in the bug house". I missed his sweet smile and I missed his hugs. I missed spooning big spoonfulls of yogurt into his little mouth. I just missed him. I still do.