I packed up a bunch of clothes and toys for Hollis and we "shopped" through his things for other odds and ends and when Anthony got home from work we almost immediately took off for the apartment; me chatting amiably with my small passenger about how Daddy has a house, Mommy has a house and he has two houses.
It's no small miracle (and blessing) that Hollis adores the apartment, and more specifically, Anthony. The idea of spending a bunch of time away from Mommy with Daddy is a no-brainer for him, an enormously fancy treat that only fills his heart with joy.
So, you can imagine his pure jubilation at the idea of overnights in the apartment with Daddy.
It made tonight better. It was an immediate salve to my broken heart. And this amazing Wookie/Blues/Ewok brilliance during our pizza dinner brought tears to my eyes and made me know without a shadow of a doubt that we would all survive this.
Forty-five seconds of sheer genius.
And now that I'm home safely I will get happily stinking drunk because I'm really fucking sad and lonely, and I'll simultaneously do my best to not drunk-tweet, -dial, -email, -text, -blog, or -FB.
[Ed. add: I only got happily sleepily drunk last night, lest some of you worried about me. A few friends all randomly texted me love and funnies and I had a couple of great conversations with friends millions of miles away. It was a good night. Sad, only a little bit lonely, and a lot pretty cool. Only snafu was when Anthony called at 11:30 because Hollis was scared of the apartment and wanted me to come and get him. I lovingly talked to Sweet Baby Hollis for a few minutes until he abruptly said, "Ok, goodnight! Love you!" I got a text a few minutes later of a picture of him sleeping. All really is well.]