The Missin' Mah Baby, Disembodied Head Blues
Miss this so much.
Not quite a sufficient substitute.
(Loving up some of the most awesomest wimmins on the interwebs, however, went some long way to helping with banal mommy-misses-child blues. Some looong way.)
(Yes, I did, obviously, make it to my destination alive and well. Very, very tired and hungry and sore - after multiple flight delays and - most fun - nearly four hours stuck on a tiny Continental Express jet on the tarmac with no food or drink, badly scratched knees shoved up against the seat in front of me - but well. And very happy to arrive.)