Missing my boy

Well, my two weeks without my Naters is almost up. He comes home tomorrow morning and I can't wait. The house has been too quiet, his room too neat. There are no kisses or lovins or snuggles. There are no stories. Nate tells the best stories. He starts out with something that happened to him and then he is off in his own world telling you all about it and so animated while he does it. Of course, the retraining will be a little rough. He has been with grandparents and his aunt for nearly two weeks. That is two weeks with no bedtime, no snacks whenever or whatever he wants, getting what he wants when he wants it. I forsee some battles ahead. I look forward to each and every one.