It’s starting to get to me. The sleepless late nights. The whimpering. The constant pacing to control the tension. The cries, the shouts, the occasional grins and cheers. I’m not sure how much longer I can take it. I keep reminding myself that before I know it that this will be over, and I’ll forget the pain, because you always forget the pain. But, right now, the end of baseball season seems so far away. All the Doodlebug and I can do is hope that the Red Sox beat the Yankees in four games so we can have Adam back–at least until the World Series starts.
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