So I'm back from my repose.
I am not better, but I am back.
One step at a time.
One hug at a time.
One prayer at a time.
One snuggle at a time.
As Captain Jake Sparrow and I are were nestled on the couch last night, me in my kerchief, he with his brand new buzz-cut, I noticed that one of the Captain's hands had gone beneath my shirt.
"Captain? Whacha looking for?"
Sparrow: "Your boobie."
"Captain? Why are you looking for that?"
Sparrow: "Cuz, I was just checking to make sure you still had yours. I was just checking, Mom."
Again, his father is unabashedly proud.