"Hey..." I feel Dinah’s arms wrap around me from my back as I sit on a chair by the table, looking out the glass doors to the beach where David and James are playing. She hugs me tight and plants a kiss on my cheek.
"Hi." I finally moved my eyes from the duo playing happily for almost an hour to her. I try to give her a big grin because she deserves it for trying to make me feel better. I know she senses how down I've been feeling since James arrived. But what I managed to show was a very sorry excuse for a smile.
I tried to be okay with it. Be okay with everything. Be okay with him. But I can't help it especially because my son seems to only know Uncle James and turn to him for everything— singing in the car, sharing his juice box, opening his bag of chips, sitting on his lap, making sa
