ruth: slice of life: welcome home.

“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.