The more days that pass with me at home, the more I love it, and the more I love my kids. We're spending so much quality time together, and I feel I appreciate them so much more. Guinness told me yesterday, "Mom, pinky promise." And I said, "Pinky promise what?". He looks me in the eye and says, "Pinky promise me that we'll be best buddies forever."
Perfect! Gemma has already decided that she is going to live at home forever, which I affirm simply because she gets inconsolably sad if I tell her she is going to grow up, and now it looks like my son will be living with us forever, too. At this point, it sounds fine with me :)