Dinny, Elizabeth and Rita at Grandmas on Christmas.
I am missing my baby boy, Dinny. I let Dinny go on a sleep over with my brother's children for a week. This house is so quiet. I miss hearing Dinny. I miss the way he smiles. (As shown above)
I miss the way he greets me in the mornings for his hug. I miss everything about him. As you can tell, Dinny is just one of the family. Anyway, I miss him.