Spending time with my son was beautiful (he talks! he doesn't shut up! I still haven't decided whether I'm more charmed by his conversations with inanimate objects or his statement-of-the-obvious sentences) and leaving him for another month was heartbreaking.
While my desires to write endless posts and read endless posts slug it out with each other, I leave you with an image of Postmodern Childhood: Collecting cigarette butts on the beach*
* A person cannot dissuade him from this course of action. I've tried. But I'm thinking he has a bright future in garbage collection.