Earlier before he fell asleep, Waylon was fussy and I went to pick him up. He calmed down but then he kept saying dada and it seriously broke my heart. It’s not like I can explain that his father’s on tour but will be back soon….
And then he tugged my hair.
We miss you… Mamamama has turned into dadadada.
Waylon put on these sunglasses when I told him that I’d send a picture of him to his dad. This is what happens when you’re not around, Jude.
i need to stop imagining scenarios in my head that have a -2% chance of actually happening it’s becoming a problem
I remember this, so I’m going to reblog it.