Welcome home

Tonight my son hugged me. It's the only way to describe what he did. I got home from work and peeked down the hall into the kitchen. He was sitting on the floor, playing with a speck of something, too engrossed to notice me. So I said, 'Hello?'.

Sam's head whipped up and he spotted his Mama. He turned on a dime and crawled down the hall towards me.

Did I mention he's crawling? I didn't? Well, he is and he's patiently showing us new things every day that need to be moved out of his reach. And every day he's gaining speed. You can hear the progression with the ever accelerating 'patpatpatpatpat' of his hands on our hardwood floors.

Anyway, he quickly navigated through the maze of toys in the hall where I waited for him. I scooped him up and carried him into the kitchen, covering him in kisses. Then. THEN. He opened his arms straight out from his sides, put his little hands around my arms, leaned in and squeezed.

Now, THAT is how to welcome a girl home.