I know that there is happiness available every day, most of it requiring me to stay home. I don't want to miss his smiles and laughters, his smell, his touch. I won't let a day pass by without me kissing this adorable boy who, for the life of me, has been the reason of many days of being absent at work. What the heck! What is a memo compared with fun and exciting memories with my son? No further explanation needed.
