I left my house today to walk to work. I do this often. Usually I say good-bye to every one in the house, but today I only said my good-byes to those who were downstairs. No big deal. A common occurence.
I had gotten about a hundred yards down the sidewalk when I heard my name being called. I turned around to see Jude, my 4 year old, and Mac standing in the yard. I waved. Jude took off running towards me. He reached me, gave me a huge hug, said “I love you, Mommy” and “good-bye”, turned and ran back to his daddy.
Just a little moment. But my boy, smile lighting up his face, legs pumping away – that image took me all the way to work.