Wednesday, January 14, 2009
I walked into Ben's bedroom this afternoon. He'd been too quiet and I wanted to see what he'd gotten into. He had his back to me, standing there and digging through his baskets of weird, random toys that I keep in there. Plastic cups, happy meal toys, junk like that. He was puttering so quietly and looked so small standing there. Alone. For the first time it really struck me how unfair it was that he got cheated out of a big brother and he doesn't even know it yet. To watch him play all by himself makes my heart hurt.