Emily and Matthew are supposed to go home with my dad today for a week of "Gramma Camp." They and Joe have been up in the Poconos since Friday. I just happened to call this morning to see when they thought they'd all be heading out, and got to talk to Emily. She was crying her eyes out, begging to come home. I know she'll have a fantastic time at my folks' house, but hearing her like that nearly broke me down, too. It doesn't help that I called up there to talk to the kids. I am missing them this morning. And to hear her just so upset and pleading with me ... I'm pretty broken up about it right now.