Sunday nights are hard for me. After spending time with my children, returning to work on Monday morning makes me - let's face it - a little depressed. My four-year-old took notice and said,

"What's wrong Mommy"

"I'm a little sad. I have to go to work tomorrow and I am going to miss you so much."

"I'm not going to miss you Mommy."

"You're not," I said sadly. "Not even a little bit?"

"Nope" he said. "Because your right here...in my heart."

He held his heart and then hugged my neck. My tears flowed and he said,

"I know, Mommy. You're crying happy."

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