Morning: Home. Bumming around.
Afternoon: I was able to relieve my father from baby-sitting Matt. At last. Sleeping quietly. I miss watching him sleep. I missed holding him and talking to him. He smells oh so sweet like milk with honey... I miss being this near to my son. I could stay here forever, just watching him sleep.
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