This morning was different.  

Making a bigger pot of coffee.  Wondering what to cook tonight that he would enjoy after a week away.  Getting breakfast ready for five.   Running errands and getting things done while kids are in school so I don't have to do it later.  Coming home to a huge bag of laundry and papers and souvenirs and ticket stubs and not minding a mess.   Shoes by the door that haven't been there in a week.  Fluffing two sets of pillows.  Two toothbrushes and two contact cases.   Cleaning dishes and matching coffee cups.  Two sets of tire tracks in the beautiful, sparkling snow.  Little things that mean he's home.