William and Charlie are always less than happy when I have to work in the evenings (which happens a fair bit because of the work that I do). Somehow they would prefer that I work all day but be home at bedtime than to spend all day with them, and be gone for just a few hours at night. Last night I was working and they had a Daddy night - fish and chips for dinner, watching a movie, cuddles with Daddy in bed. It always makes me feel a bit sad, too, to miss out on the time to connect at the end of each day.
Tonight when I got home I went in to check on the little ones and found Charlie sound asleep - wearing pajama pants, no shirt, and the pair of mittens that I knit him for Christmas this year. So wonderful to know that he was thinking of me as I was thinking of him.