Weston is home. My mom brought him back last week.
So the other night, when he asked me to lay down with him at bedtime, after having lived without him for two weeks, how could I refuse?
I slid off my shoes and lay on the edge of the bed. He stuck his wiggling toes into my legs. He wrapped his arms around my neck and with his hands held strands of my hair. He kissed my cheek and said, "I need you, Mom."