To come home later tonight and kiss my son endless. I missed him, and J of course, and our little apartment. The overnight vacation did me good. I think it's good for my me, my soul to really miss my kid because I haven't seen him for more than 24 hours. It's like, the love you have for your kid becomes more... intense, in a manner of speaking, when you truly miss them because you haven't really seen them in a while.