Earlier today I fell asleep and had a dream about Austin. His mama brought him into a place I was working at, and she put him down and let him run to me. I knew immediately the baby wasn't Austin, though. This baby was only a little over two years old, and I knew Austin had to be older by now. I kept telling them, "this baby isn't Austin, stop trying to trick me. Austin is five now. He's starting kindergarten. This is not my Austin, so where is he?" And then she took the baby back.

When I woke up, all I wanted was to see the real Austin again. I miss him so much. I can't believe he's really started school now. He probably has a little backpack and light-up sneakers and toy dinosaurs he keeps in his pockets. His mama probably gets to pack him snacks every day. She gets to hear his little voice talk about everything that happens. I hope she always knows how lucky she is to have such a wonderful baby.