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I got home last night just in time to give the two older boys kisses before bed.

(I would have been home to play, read books and enjoy lots and lots of cuddles with all three of my boys if I hadn't endured five flight delays, an airplane bathroom overflowing with sewage and stinkin up the whole cabin, and me, forgetting to write down where exactly I parked my car in long term parking. Not surprisingly, it takes quite a lot of time to find your car in the dark. Apparently, lots of people drive black Ford Explorers in Buffalo. And well, long term parking is big. Really big. Especially when you are toting luggage and wearing heels.)

I digress.

When I finally arrived home, I got inside the house, threw down my luggage and ran upstairs to greet the boys.

I went into Brennan's room, hugged him tight and smothered him with kisses. Brennan pulled away, looked at me with his big brown serious eyes and said, "I don't like you going out of town."

"Me neither B. I missed you tons." I replied as I kissed the top of his head.

"You can never go out of town again."

"Okay," I said with a slight laugh.

"Ever!" He replied sternly.

"I got it."

"NEVER. EVER." He whispered as he hugged me.

I teared up as I relayed the story to Chris when I went downstairs. He laughed and said to me, "You know you were only gone for like a day, right?"

Whatever. Regardless, I am so grateful to not be the road warrior for our family. I am a home body through and through. And that is a good thing.