When I’m home with the girls and someone, like Daddy, comes in the house we all cheer for that person’s grand arrival. We whoop it up and sing songs and clap our hands.
Recently, when Grammy and Aunt Gana come over we get up on the couch and look out the window at the birds and the trees and the houses and the cars whizzing by UNTIL, oh my, is that Grammy getting out of the car!?!?!
The girls start screaming and jumping up and down and are so excited.
When I get home from work and the girls see me come in the house, it is more of an urgent hyperventilation like, “Oh my, finally that mommy-lady is here. Oh my. Oh my.” And they crawl, flop and roll in my general direction. It’s not as much as a cheerful ovation as it is a desperate reunion–as if they are wondering how we made it through the day being apart.
Then I throw on my play clothes and settle in for some sweet, wet kisses. It’s one of my favorite times of the day.