8:157) Hope O'Keeffe 07-APR-98 9:35

My Aaron's been gone for five days, off to Disney World with his grandparents. They fly in at midnight, insist that I not meet the plane because I'd have to bring his baby brother, insist that he stay overnight with them because I'd have bring him back first thing in the morning. It's all eminently practical, but doesn't quite satisfy this yearning to touch him, smell him, make absolutely sure he's safe. So I get up extra early to go over and watch him sleep, kiss him softly, whisper in his ear that I love him and I'm glad he's my son. He doesn't even stir, but maybe he smiles a little.