“Hiiiiiiiiiiaaaahhh! Moooooommmmmmmm!” The little voice greeted me as I opened the front door after work today. (I just wish I could get the Doppler Effect to come out in my writing!) The 27 pound blur whizzed through the foyer, leaped off the step into the living room, and without missing a beat, rounded the corner through the dining room into the kitchen, pass the stairs through the family room and another fly-by: “Yoooooooou’rrrrrrrrreee Hoooooooooooommmmmmmmmmmmme!” And he made the round again. And again. And yet again.
“I’mmmmmm Commmmmminggggg,” he warned and with one swift leap, bounded into my arms for a monster hug. He buried his head into the crook of my neck, pulled his knees up, making himself into a ball and gave me a pat with both of his hands as I squeezed and swayed and told him, “I love you, Sam-bean-o.”
“I know Momma,” he said. I held him tight for as long as he would hug and imprinted this sweet little memory into my mind.
I never want to forget these days; they’re filled with simple, everyday, ordinary stuff.
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Oooh! I LOVE THIS entry! (Really these are small moment stories, but don’t tell the kiddies that.) 😉
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