I've hit my stride with respect to Willows Blood, consequently I'm keeping this brief.
My husband took off for two days to go deer hunting with his dad, leaving the boys and me on our own (we're a one car family). I can't say that I was excited about it, but he gets very little real playtime so I put on a happy face (Probably more of a not-unhappy face than a happy one), packed his clothes, made his breakfast, and kissed him goodbye. I'm sure he'll come home smelling of woodsmoke and gunpowder, with three days of stubble, a big smile, and maybe a deer.
I'm glad deer season only comes once a year.