Four days ago I went into the mountains for camp. That means four days without seeing my one-year-old son. I’ve gone to camps before, but he’s grown so much we weren’t sure how he would react. Last night when I came back he was fast asleep.
This morning he woke up. I heard him stirring in his little bed at the foot of the bed my wife and I share. She was already up. He could hear her moving around in the other run and was starting to let her know he was awake. I pulled the blankets aside and rolled close to him. He turned around and saw me.
A little smile went across his face. He walked over to me and the smile grew with each step. We cuddled. Every now and then he would do a little dance.
Daddy was back home and my son was happy to have me.
Sometimes that’s all you need.