Year 4, Day 249

I came home after a show tonight to find, as I so often do, Miles already at his window, peering out and waiting for me to pull up. I hadn’t even opened the garage door yet. He was just waiting. And peering. For as long as it took.

But what warmed my heart even more was getting upstairs to his room, where he threw his arms around me and said, “I’m happy to see you.”

“Not as happy as I am to see you,” I replied.

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