when we got back from brazil/haiti, sawyer was mad at me for 24 hours. i would talk to him and he'd just kinda look through me. i would try to give him a hug, and he would resist. it hurt. but i understood.
the afternoon after we got back, he climbed up in my lap and sat there for a good 30 minutes. nothing would entice him away. we mostly just sat there in silence (we were on our front porch.) but at one point he said, "i don't like it when you and dad go away." oh my heart. i told him we didn't like leaving him either. and that we missed him. and i kissed the top of his head about a billion times. i know he doesn't fully understand now...but i pray one day he will.