I can't miss you unless you leave

My wife took my son for a few days' trip to her sister's in SoCal. This morning's last-minute preparations were longer and more intense than I expected, and by the time she left I was profoundly grateful that she had done so. Personalities clashed and pressure pressed as the fear of leaving behind something crucial caused the quiet friction that is as close to discord as we ever get. We do pretty well even under the worst of circumstances, for which I'm both proud and grateful.