Today I am missing Maya more than ever. It has been 24,480 minutes since she left and life around the house is just not the same without her. I think the boys are even starting to miss her. I can hardly wait until the weekend when Jeanine and I will leave for Vermont to retrieve her. Her letters indicate that she is having a fantastic time with not the slightest hint of homesickness. I wonder if there is such a thing as childmissingsickness? It is nice having both boys here but they are in and out with the wind so I hardly see them either. Perhaps I can coax Jeanine into making another baby (her current position is that we can have another child as long as it does not come out of her body).