Alden's been sick these last few days. I guess Austin went to check on him around 1am in the morning and found him asleep, on his bed room floor, laying in a pile of vomit. Poor little dude. When we talk on the phone he tells me about how his tummy hurts. He broke the news of him being sick late last week, the conversation went something like this...

• Alden: "Dad, I've got to tell you something and it's going to make you real sad."
• Me: "Oh? Tell me."
• Alden: "I'm really really sick. My tummy hurts and I have a headache. It makes you so sad, huh Dad?
• Me: "The saddest."

It's hard being away, especially when he's feeling so vulnerable and helpless. At least I know he's in good hands. I'm thankful he has the Mom that he does. I wouldn't want it any other way.