I used to have to pick my "L" up at his grandparent's house to spend the weekend with me. That meant a good hour drive both there and then back to my place...but I gladly did it! But then when I had to bring him back on Sunday evening it was always just a little bit sad, for both "L" and myself. He used to say to me, "This is the part I hate the most!". Of course I hated it too because it would be another whole week or even two weeks before we could be together again. But we managed to endure it and actually the time we spent apart made getting back together again even more wonderful.