he's back.

Henry came home last night.  He was exhausted after a long day of travel.  Thankfully his dad had washed all of his clothes so I didn't have to worry about doing it.  We spent the evening practically glued to one another.  Seriously.  Henry insisted on eating dinner while sitting on my lap.  I didn't really object much.  At all.  I'm trying to think of the last time he ate while sitting on my lap.  Probably not since he was able to sit in a high chair on his own.  If I left the room to oh, say, go to the bathroom, he would cry and beg me to come back.  It was heart breaking and heart warming all at once.  I realized that it was kind of nice to pee without an audience while he was gone.  Not so nice that I want him to go away again.  When I left him at day care this morning the hugs and kisses went on for a long time, at my request.  I can't wait to pick him up after school so we can play some more and then go to swim class and then eat ice cream and then play in the sandbox and then take a bath and then brush teeth and then feed Thunderstruck (did I mention he got a fish a few weeks ago?) and then read books and then give goodnight kisses.  It's good to be reminded how much I love our life together.