Fathers Day weekend

I collected my son on Friday lunchtime from his home. He had had the day off from school after he had defeated a bug through rest. He was full of beans when I had him. We played with toys for hours and then shared playing original XBox Fantastic 4. The following day continued in the same vein until after lunch when he had to be taken home early. This was due to him coming back the next day for Fathers Day instead. So my Saturday afternoon was taken up with watching Man Of Steel which even at two and a half hours, seemed to have something missing. 

I collected my son the following mid morning and his little face was beaming as he presented me with Fathers Day cupcakes (outside his mums new partners house- which wasn't weird for me at all). 

I told my son that everyday was a happy Father's Day having him and he seemed happy with that. We made pancakes for dinner to use up some eggs we had and He also ate his sweets on the way home later, during which he gave me his last sweet which was shaped like a heart saying "I've saved this for you dad to show how much I love you" 

God, I nearly cried. 

He asked to watch Fellowship Of The Ring with me for some bizarre reason. This is odd because he's 5. 

Sunday evening I had three women come around for their Tarot cards read. They said I was upwards of 85% accurate and they were strangers to me. It was an interesting evening. 

We've been contacted again by our latest case in Riddlesden to go back with our ghost team (Pennine paranormal) as new activity has been reported. The trouble is that I suspect that the client is having themselves on to some degree. It's putting us in a difficult position but we've agreed to return this week and conduct our most thorough search and try communicate once more just incase she isn't wrong. 

I'm feeling a great pull inside to really play my hermit card. I just want to spend hours and hours at home with no real plans to speak of. Everything is going well for me and I want to draw into my shell and savour that feeling. I have some writing projects to concentrate on and I think I'd enjoy delving deeply into that writing. I feel a glow inside me. When alone, I'm happy (and with my son). 

Why is it that my son brings me infinitely more joy than anyone else? It's not like I have to even try and like him. He's just fucking perfect!