The sunshine is so lovely today, perfect for airing out the quilts on the balcony. The scent of sun and laundry detergent suddenly makes me feel a little... empty. My husband is away on business again, and the house is so quiet I can hear my own heartbeat. Just now, while tidying my son's room, I accidentally knocked over a photo frame on his bookshelf. It's a picture from our beach trip last year. Looking at him with his arm around my shoulder, grinning so happily, I suddenly miss that feeling of being held so tightly... not the way a mother holds a child, but the kind that makes me feel like a 'woman'. Tonight, I'll probably be hugging a pillow alone again. I really wish I had a warm chest to lean against, a pair of big hands to hold my waist tightly, letting me completely relax...