“In a separation it is the one who is not really in love who says the more tender things.” - Proust

This morning I packed up my son's clothes and favorite toys and sent him off to Sarah's. From there, his Mimi will pick him up and he will spend the weekend with them.

For the first time ever, he doesn't want to go.

You must imagine him laying half on and half off the sofa, in a true pose of despair.

"Mama, please come with me."

"Honey, I can't. You go have fun with Mimi and Poppa and Auntie Sam."

"But Mama, I neeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeed you."

"I need you too, sweetie, but you have to go, ok?"

"I don't waaaaaannnnnntttttt to go."

"I'm sorry baby, but you have to go. Mimi will be sad if you don't come visit her."

"But who will sleep with me?"

"Art will sleep with you." (Art is a bear)

"Please come with me. I will miss you."

"E, I can't come with you. I will miss you, too. A lot. But Mimi misses you too."

"Mama"

"Yes, E?"

"I love you. Don't be sad without me, 'kay?"

"ok. I love you too."

And off they went......