Every time I take a moment to breath, every time I close my eyes, every second I lay in bed... I miss him. The one thing I know I'm good at... really, really good at - I'm unable to do. All because of this thing called distance. Sometimes it's so hard to believe that I'm doing good by him, something that will benefit his future.
I want to role around and wrestle. I want to tickle him until he cries because I'm an asshole like that. I want to dress in costumes and build forts and fight imaginary bad guys. I want to play baseball and let him ride his bike around the parking lot. I want to fly kites and run in open fields. I want to help him color pictures of Ben10 for the people he loves. I want to read him books and play with all his action figures while he takes baths. I want to help him surprise Kita with his presence and watch cartoons in the early morning weekend hours. I want to go on all the adventures an adult could never dream of.
I just want to see my(our) son... I want to be his Dad every day, not just 10 days a month.
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