Sometimes she is so close it hurts.
Today, I put Jackson up on my left shoulder to burp him. I wrapped his left arm around my neck as if he were hugging me. I do this often because I love the way it feels.
And in a second, it was as if she were right there. As if I could feel her weight on me, her warm little arm wrapped around my neck in a hug. As if I could whisper in her ear like I always did, “Squeeze tight!” As if she could squeeze her little arms together to hug me tighter.
The next second, I was in tears. And I had to squeeze little Jackson tight and let them flow.
So close it hurts. And yet so very far away.