I went home to visit family this holiday weekend and of course Boy Child was dragged along willingly.
Since we don't get to visit very often, due to distance, we make the most of our visit; as every family should.

Boy Child had a great time hanging with his oldest cousin, at one time they were seen just sitting on the porch together. Not talking... just being.
It's moments like that that make my heart hurt. We don't get them enough.
I can't forget to mention the drive home from dinner last night singing along to 80s music with my brother.

On the way home tonight Boy Child said absolutely nothing for almost two hours.
Ya know... that makes for a long ride!
I finally asked him if he was alright and he told me he didn't want to leave.

Right before being tucked in tonight he tells me his stomach hurts and he has a headache.

I feel that exact same way when I get back from my visits home. I truly believe my son is home sick for a place he has never known as home.

Only I know where home is.