Sweetness

It was excruciatingly hard to get up this morning.  Connor was nestled in tightly next to me, his little hand resting on my face, lips pursed, peaceful and calm.

I forced myself out of bed.

I get a text from Jonathan a few minutes after I arrived at temple:

"I want you to know that you were not given babeleh approval to leave this morning.  He woke up.  Looked for you.  Then screamed his lungs out."

Is it bad that I'm kind of grateful, that I know I don't have this bond on my own?  I missed him too!