After perhaps the third tantrum,
I realized that Caleb was love-hungry.
So I carried him to the trampoline,
And held him while I jumped.
He crumpled into tears if I set him down.
But after a few minutes, he recovered himself.
Then we traveled to the peach tree
And picked a half bucket of small, not all ripe peaches.
He sat on my shoulders for a bit, reaching higher.
Then we returned to the house.
He had no interest in my presence then,
Preferring to play side-by-side with his brothers.
I left him to it.
He was missing his daddy. He needed to know I loved him.
And once he did, he was content.
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