Sorry to post so much, but a friend just made me think about my son. He is 24 now, possibly in trouble with the law and we haven't seen or heard from him in 4 years. When he was little every minute with him was a joy for me and I could not believe how lucky I was to have a husband and a son who loved me so much. I guess you only get so much joy in your life. I appreciate what I had and I miss it but the love is still there and will never change, even if pain, time and distance make it hard.
I did this picture back when Joe was 8 or 9. He was a real tosser and turner in his sleep and his pajamas always ended up half off him. I took a photo of him asleep one morning and did this picture from it. I love you son wherever you are.