Fast forward 12 hours later, I'm picking him up and we shower each other with hugs & kisses, I love you's & I missed you sooo much's. We cuddle and he tells me about his day with grandma. As we're driving to go pick up daddly, I overhear Sam in the back seat, "mommy go to the hopital & daddly go to the hopital. Sammy got my own hopital. And I make people better and they feel so happy."
And suddenly, with that simple reminder, its all okay. because if that's the understanding our two year old has of what we do while we're away, I guess we must be doing something right.