Although I didn't want to admit it, wanting to stay strong for my boys, I truly did miss Achilles this last week. 

I missed the way he would always come home from work, seeking me out with a bright aura no matter where I may be, kind of like a little puppy, even though he was nowhere as tiny as a puppy. I missed how he would wrap his arm around me as if I was the last missing piece of his world and pepper me with a never ending line of kisses. How he whispers his loving words over and ...