I've had a few inquiries about how we're adjusting. Everyday is getting just a little bit easier for me. But I asked Rich last night if the same were true for him and he said that it wasn't. The more time that passes, for him, the harder this is. We just miss him so much...every little bit of him. I wish I could hold him right now and read him a book or sing him a song and sneak a kiss right on the top of his sweet little head.