Appreciation

After nearly seven months of being home every day and seeing my son in the morning, this week was the first time I left him for the day for five consecutive days since the beginning of August, 2003.

As a result, I've appreciated him that much more when I've been home. Of course, I'm not sure he notices I've been gone, but that's besides the point. The first thing I do when I get home (assuming he's up from his nap) is spend about a half hour smothering him. He doesn't seem to mind.