The commute tonight was not fun. It snowed this morning, then it turned to sleet and finally it turned to a cold driving rain. The sidewalks in the neighborhood were a disaster, ankle deep water and slush were everywhere. I had to walk in the street and even that wasn’t entirely clear. Oh, and, this morning…I forgot my umbrella. So. I was not a very happy camper when I arrived home.
Then I opened the front door. I knew the moment that my son realized that I was home because he began yelling excitedly. I peeked in the doorway and as I stripped off my dripping coat and damp boots he bounced and waved to me. As soon as I stepped into the living room, I opened my arms and he said “Ummy!” and ran to hug me.
I love coming home.